Gerrard School For Teenage Girls
by George Wilson
(BT-1028)


FOREWORD 

Sex was very new to Lucy Granger when she came to Gerrard School For Girls. 
At fourteen, she had only just been introduced to the delights of the flesh. 
She had been sent here by her parents who thought that she was 
uncontrollable and wild. What they did not know was that they had sent her 
into a veritable hotbed of sexual activity. 

When Roseann Tunney, sixteen finally arrived at the school, Gerrard grew 
into more than it had ever been. She brought her wild need for sex and 
fulfillment, her insatiable attitude. Almost immediately, she captured 
several of the male faculty. 

Many of the girls at the school found their own ways to satisfy their needs 
but before Roseann came to the school, it had been more a matter of privacy. 
She made it into a badge of sophistication and acceptance. 

That afternoon, young Lucy was restless. It had been some time since she had 
been with a young man. Nothing helped, not even masturbating. She was 
desperate to stop the endless gnawing at her body and mind. When Ed Gallows 
walked into her room, she did not suspect his real intentions. 

However, as he came close to her, she realized that he had as great a need 
for her as she did for him. She came willingly into his lap, abandoning any 
sense of propriety. She let him reach under her skirt and dip into her wet 
pussy. She reached out for him and then, they fell onto the bed, thrusting 
wildly against each other. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The rain poured from the sky, and the puddles in the front yard became 
larger and deeper by the minute. There was only a trace of thunder left, but 
the rain continued. When the wind shifted, the rain would drum against the 
window pane and Lucy shifted her position. She liked to look into the rain, 
and she would scoot down, to look into the diagonal pattern. 

This was a boring day for her. It usually turned out to be boring when it 
rained. There was nothing to do. Heck, the tennis court was out and all the 
other outdoor sports. A walk was out, for sure, and since she wasn't old 
enough, yet, she needed permission to leave the school grounds. 

Getting that permission could be a hassle, especially when Mrs. Arthur was 
on duty. She wanted to know where every minute was going to be spent, and 
then, she might even question you as to why it was necessary to go there. 

Lucy pulled herself away from the window. She had gotten used to most things 
at Gerrard School For Girls, but the weekends weren't always that easy to 
take. She really believed that the only reason her parents had sent her here 
was to get her out of their hair. 

That wasn't the way her mother had put it that day that they had finally 
told her about their decision. Both her mother and father were there that 
afternoon, and she could still sec the picture in her mind. 

"Lucy, your father and I have something to tell you." 

Lucy had figured that it wouldn't be that good. She had stayed out too late 
the night before with the new girl on the block and when she got home, there 
wasn't even a peep out of her parents. Instead, they just looked at each 
other and went into the living room. 

Lucy had been late quite a bit. Ever since Roseann had moved in a few houses 
away. She had discovered a new life! Even though she was fourteen, Lucy 
hadn't been that interested in boys. Well, it wasn't that she wasn't 
interested, it was more that she just didn't know how to approach boys or 
where to go to meet them. Roseann had known all about that. She was older 
and she had been nice enough to Lucy to take her along. 

Mr. Granger had shifted his foot when his wife had begun. He seemed a bit 
uncomfortable, and Lucy had guessed that it was her mother who had decided 
about whatever it was they were going to tell her. Her father always got 
shifty when this happened. 

"We have decided that the best place for you would be boarding school." 

The words echoed in her ears. "Boarding School!" Nobody went to boarding 
school in this neighborhood. She was being punished. She was being sent 
away. An instant fear and anger flashed through her. She wanted to hit her 
mother. She knew she was responsible. 

"It's a lovely place and when you graduate you'll have a chance for some of 
the finest colleges." 

These were the excuses they were giving her. She knew the real reason why 
they were sending' her away. They didn't want her anymore. Just because she 
was having some fun for the first time in her life they didn't want her! 
Anyone could see that! 

Now her father began to speak. 

"Lucy, I think you know that your mother and I have been upset about the way 
you have acted the last few months." 

"George, this is exactly what the psychologist said we should not do! What 
is the matter with you?" 

Lucy could see the anger in her father's eyes. He turned to her mother and 
spoke. 

"Amanda, I don't give a damn what the man said. This is my daughter, not 
his." 

"Then why did you go? Why did you sit there and just listen to what he was 
saying?" 

"I didn't want to be impolite. For forty dollars an hour, I thought that the 
best tact might be to listen. And then make up my mind about it later." 

"George, this is insane. He said that we would have to be a solid front for 
Lucy to benefit from this. You remember what he said." 

"Yes, I remember, and I don't give a damn!" 

For the time, Lucy was able to forget her fear and she listened to her 
parents fight. This was good. It had caused them some hardship. 

They were upset about it. Well, at least, her father was upset about it. She 
had always loved him more, anyway. 

George Granger was speaking again, and Lucy brought herself to attention. 

"We love you, but we don't know what to do for you. This is the best that we 
could come up with." 

Lucy knew that her father meant it, and she lulled back into the strange, 
lost feeling that had been coming over her. Her mother was saying something 
about how lovely the grounds were. They had taken the trip there, 
themselves, to see that it was what it was supposed to be. They had no 
intention of throwing her into a snake pit. 

Lucy forced herself to stay there, though she wanted to run to her room. The 
thought flashed through her mind that she wouldn't have her own room 
anymore. She would be a number and she would have no one to talk to. 

The tears started to well up in her eyes, and there was no way that she 
could stop them. She sat there and cried. Her parents saw the tears, and her 
mother put her hands on her fathers. She could see it was hard for them to 
watch her crying and for a minute she thought that if she cried enough they 
would not send her. 

It was more than she could take, however, and finally, as the silence in the 
room grew louder and her crying got louder, too, she had to run. Lucy picked 
herself up and ran from the room. 

Lucy heard her mother coming after her and more than anything, she wanted to 
get away from her. She ran for the front door, instead of up the stairs, and 
into her room. It was cold outside, but she didn't feel the cold as much as 
the freedom of the outdoors. 

As soon as she got outside the door, her mother came out and started to call 
hef back. 

"Look, Lucy, this is no way to act. It's a terrible thing to do to us. You 
have been a bad person these past few months and have hurt us." 

Lucy ran out of the front yard. She didn't choose to hear the words. They 
were tearing at her heart, and she couldn't manage to listen without turning 
around and hitting her mother. So, instead, she ran, ran past the front gate 
and down the block. 

She was almost out of ear range when Lucy's mother threw her the parting 
blow. 

"Go ahead! Run to Roseann! See if she can get you out of what she started!" 

Roseann. She could go to her. She was always coming up with some solutions 
to problems that stumped Lucy. Maybe she could answer this one. Now that 
Lucy was out on the street, she realized that she had gone without a coat, 
but there was nothing that she could do about that. She wasn't going back. 

When she got to Roseann's house, she was shivering and was glad when someone 
opened the door. It was Roseann's brother, Timmy. 

"What are you doing without a coat?" 

"I wanted to see Roseann, and I didn't think I would need one." 

"What's wrong?" 

Timmy noticed her eyes and he seemed concerned. 

"Nothing, Timmy. I, well, I just wanted to talk to Roseann." 

"Aw, that's too bad. She went out a little while ago with Lenny. Said they 
would be gone for a couple of hours." 

This was too much for Lucy. She started to cry. Timmy put his arms around 
her and held her. He didn't say anything, or ask any questions. She couldn't 
have said a word if her life depended on it. The sobs were racking through 
her and there was nothing that would stop them. 

It was about fifteen minutes later when Lucy was able to say something. They 
had gone into the living room and Timmy was sitting beside her. His arms 
were warm and strong. Lucy really liked him, but she figured that he would 
never notice her. He was seventeen. 

Lucy looked at Timmy and tried to smile. She liked the feeling of his hands 
on her. The scent of him was strong at this close range and she wanted to 
put her head on his shoulder. 

As she laid her head down, Timmy shifted his position to make her more 
comfortable. They were lying against the couch, comfortable in each others 
arms. Lucy had stopped crying, and she wondered if they were alone. Mrs. 
Tunney was seldom home and she thought that might be the case now, too. 

As if Timmy had read her mind, he began to speak. 

"No one's home. My parents went shopping and Ro is out with Lenny and I 
think I know what they're doing." 

Lucy laughed when he said that. Roseann said, often, that she talked to her 
brother about sex. He would even tell her about some of the girls he dated. 

There was a thrill of warmth that went through Lucy. She was alone with 
Timmy and he was holding her. It was so nice and comfortable and when he put 
his hand under her arm and edged towards her breasts, she didn't stop him. 

"I've always wanted to get to know you. Ever since we moved in and my sister 
made friends with you." 

"I wanted to get to know you, too." 

"Did you?" 

"I just always figured that you were too old for me. Well, what I mean is 
that I was too young for you." 

Lucy cursed her stupidity. Now he would never kiss her. The embarrassment 
crept over her and reddened her face. She buried her face into Timmy's 
shoulder. 

"I think you're the prettiest of my sister's friends. You have some figure!" 

Lucy couldn't believe her ears. He was complimenting her. Maybe he hadn't 
heard her stupid remark. She hoped that he hadn't. The hand close to her 
breast began to move and a warm feeling started to overcome her. He was 
rubbing closer to her nipple and she was feeling better and better. 

"I'm sorry that something is wrong, but maybe I can help. Why don't you tell 
me?" 

Lucy didn't want to think about going away. Now now! Not when she was in the 
arms of the boy she cared about, but could not dare to speak about. Not even 
to her friend, his sister." , "Come on, it'll make you feel better." 

"My parents are sending me to boarding school." 

As she said this, Lucy waited for the flood of fear to come back, but it 
didn't. Lying against Timmy, she didn't feel the fear and the discomfort of 
her earlier reaction. She wasn't afraid of being alone. 

"Hey, that's tough. When are they sending you?" 

"I don't know. I ran out of the house when they were telling me and I came 
here." 

"I'm glad you did." 

Again, Timmy's hand moved, and now, he was directly at her nipple. He rubbed 
in a circle, over her clothes and the warm feeling below grew instantly. Her 
hands were in her lap and something made her look at Timmy's lap. 

There, in his crotch, was a bulge. Lucy knew what it was. He had a hard-on. 
Roseann had told her about it. Sure, it happened when a guy wanted to screw 
you. Roseann said that it felt good when a boy did that. 

So many thoughts raced through her head, but the feeling drove her on. She 
wanted to feel what his cock felt like. She talked about it with Roseann and 
she had seen pictures, but until this time Lucy had never wanted to touch a 
boy's pants. 

Lucy lifted her hand from her lap almost imperceptibly, and then, she 
hesitated. But Timmy caught the movement, and in understanding and desire, 
he took her hand and guided it to the large bulge. Neither of them said 
anything. 

Timmy pressed Lucy's hand against his cock. Lucy was surprised at how hard 
it was. There was something soft just lower down and that must be the balls 
that Roseann told her about. At once, she was afraid and excited about what 
she was doing. But she didn't want to stop. 

Timmy continued his massaging of her firm breasts and Lucy was embarrassed 
as she felt her crotch get wet. She had never felt this before and she 
didn't know what was happening. Timmy didn't give her time to worry about 
it. He bent over and kissed Lucy on the lips and he lingered there. Then 
Timmy began to push his tongue against Lucy's lips. 

No one had ever done this to Lucy before and the flicker in her body soared 
to fire. She felt his tongue licking across her lips and she parted them 
slowly. As Timmy searched further in her mouth Lucy felt like screaming from 
the intense feeling she was experiencing. 

Every fiber in her body was tingling and Lucy grabbed hold of Timmy's cock 
through his pants. At the signal from her, Timmy thrust his tongue deeper 
into her mouth and squeezed her breast. Lucy began to moan softly, without 
being aware of it. 

Timmy broke away for a minute and he had a strange look in his eyes. He 
smiled at Lucy and rubbed her breast again. 

"You're not too young for it. Not for me." 

Timmy took his hand from Lucy's and brought it to her crotch. He pressed 
against the wetness, and Lucy gasped from the feeling he was giving her. She 
did not resist when he unzipped her jeans and unsnapped them, and worked his 
hand under her panties. She twisted her bottom to let him into her pants. 

With this encouragement, Timmy quickly found her clitoris and rubbed it. 
Streaks of pleasure shot through Lucy and she jerked her hips as the 
feelings forced her to do so. Oh, this was something! 

It was only a few minutes before Timmy was probing father. He was pleased at 
the wetness that he found and he ran his finger up and down the slit, 
parting the curly hair. 

When he stabbed at her vagina, though, Lucy wasn't ready for it. He lifted 
her off the couch, to get some room for his hand and he poked one finger 
into her. 

"Oh!" 

"What's the matter?" 

"Nothing. It's just that no one has ever done that before. That's all." 

"No one? I'm the first? Good, I like cherry." 

Lucy was pleased with herself that she was a virgin for him. She had never 
wanted a boy so much. Even though Roseann had told her about how good it was 
and told her that she did it as often as she could. 

That time, however, was past. Lucy was getting more curious with the days, 
and when she saw Timmy, she wondered if he was the way that Roseann talked 
about her lovers. She wanted him to be that way. 

Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She was an only child, and she 
never saw her father undressed. She had never seen a real cock. She 
hesitated for only a moment as she pulled the zipper on his jeans down. He 
seemed very happy that she was doing it, and that encouraged her. 

"Take him out." 

"Just like this?" 

"Just pull him out of my shorts until he's all the way out." 

Lucy was surprised by the heat of his flesh. She had never imagined that it 
could be that hot. It was thick and red, too. She worked it out of his pants 
and was mesmerized, watching it emerge. It was long and thick. 

When she finally succeeded in getting the whole of his cock in her hands, 
out of his pants, she was staring at nine inches of cock. It was thicker 
than her hand could encircle and there was a bead of liquid on the tip. It 
was whitish and filled the hole in the head. 

Lucy used both her hands to touch and rub Timmy's cock. Roseann had told her 
all about how to do it and she found it coming very easily and naturally to 
her. She liked the feeling of the hard flesh under the smooth skin. 

Timmy was beginning to piston his hips towards her ringed hands. He was 
almost lifting himself off the couch as he thrust himself at Lucy's grasp. 
Lucy tightened her hands and Timmy moaned with the pleasure that he was 
feeling. 

"Lucy, you know how to handle a guy's dick." 

Lucy didn't have time to answer, because as he was driven higher by her 
manipulations, he thrust his finger into her vagina and Lucy was seeing 
lights and stars. She had never experienced this feeling, the insertion, the 
sensation of being impaled. It was exciting! 

"Lucy, come on. This is silly. Let's get some real action in." 

As he said the words, for some reason, Lucy thought about her mother. Okay. 
She accused me of being a bad person. She never said anything about boys, 
directly, but the look was in her eyes. Okay, Mom, now I will be bad, and do 
this with him! 

Lucy didn't resist. She let Timmy pull her pants off and her panties. Then 
he pulled his pants off and they both had bare bottoms. She was more 
fascinated by the sight of his cock, sticking out from his body this way. 
His sac was firm and large and Lucy could not help herself as she touched 
it. 

"You don't have to be that careful." 

"I just don't want to hurt you." 

This was no time to talk. Timmy pulled Lucy to him and underneath him on the 
couch. She saw that there was the picture window just over the couch. 
Someone could see in. 

"Timmy, can we lie on the floor?" 

Timmy misunderstood and thought that she was referring to the mess that 
there might be. 

"Sure, I should have thought about it." 

They got to the floor and the pepper-and-salt carpet felt a bit rough on 
her. Still, Lucy had little time to worry. Timmy positioned her underneath 
him and she felt his hard cock pressing into her thigh. 

Timmy managed to get his prick into position, just at the outside of her 
tight pussy, and spread the lips with his fingers. The size of his bulbous 
head looked huge against the small opening of her body. Lucy could not see 
it, but she was beginning to feel the stretching of her vagina. 

Timmy pushed and the tight walls gave way to the first phallus they had ever 
experienced. His strength and his desire were great and her need matched 
his. The lubrication from her eager body helped ease Timmy into her tight 
channel without too much discomfort to her. 

Both were excited and desperate to go on with the action and, as Timmy 
thrust against her maidenhead, Lucy was almost unaware, save a small 
discomfort. She stopped thrusting back at him, but Timmy was so enraged by 
desire that he did not stop. His cock tore through her membrane and Lucy 
grabbed onto his shoulders as the quick pain stabbed at her. 

Timmy was too involved with what he was doing to notice Lucy's reaction, but 
he felt her fingernails cutting into his shoulders. The pain was gone, but 
the good feelings were dimmed by the pain. It took Lucy a few moments to 
regain her feeling of passion and need. 

"Is anything wrong?" 

"No. I just felt a sharp pain. It still hurts a little." 

Timmy smiled and there was a delighted grin on his face. 

"That was your cheery. Now I've got it." 

Lucy felt relieved to know that it was all over and the way that Timmy had 
spoken had gotten her excited again. The good feelings started to return and 
she continued with her movements. 

Together they climaxed higher and higher. Lucy was completely lost in the 
feelings running through her body. 

"Hey, you may have been a virgin, but you sure know how to grind." 

"Is that what I'm doing? I just know that it feels good." 

Timmy put his head against Lucy's neck and set to fucking her. He couldn't 
take any more fooling around. He was about to explode! He humped his hips up 
and down, driving his thick cock into her vagina. 

Lucy was confused with the feelings running through her. All she knew was 
that they felt good, and she wanted them to continue. There was something 
that was driving her onward. There was a distinct and different kind of 
itching that she was experiencing. 

Each time she rubbed herself on Timmy, she could feel the itching getting 
worse. She was trying to scratch it with his cock and the scratching only 
made the need worse. Lucy's teeth were set on edge and she frowned in 
concentration. 

"Lucy, I'm getting close to coming. Where are you?" 

"I don't know. I just know that I don't want to stop." 

Timmy was pleased to know that she was close to coming. He added some 
strength to the thrusts and increased his speed. 

With the increase in strength and speed, Lucy was lost as the sensations 
piled one on the other and she was out of control. She thrust her body 
against Timmy's, but could not capture the rhythm. She kicked and humped her 
bottom, but still, the design escaped her. 

"Timmy, something terrible is happening! I can't take it!" 

"Relax and come! I can't hold out!" 

As Timmy spoke, Lucy felt a surge and then she was lost in her orgasm. The 
pleasure dipped and peaked and her fingertips were tingling. She thrust her 
body frantically against Timmy to get all the feeling she could. 

When Timmy felt the strong contractions of the tight opening, he knew that 
he would come soon. He thrust after his own orgasm and then, in a flash, a 
wild light filled his head and he was lost in shoving into Lucy's cunt. 

He grunted as the semen shot out of him. Again and again he arched his back 
and thrust his hips with the message that was written at the beginning of 
time. He was giving and receiving at the same time. 

Lucy tugged and scratched at Timmy as he emptied his sac into her. She was 
completely involved with her orgasm, but the shot of liquid brought about a 
thrill that left her weak. 

At the time that Lucy was involved with the act of copulation, she was not 
thinking about her mother or her revenge. She was only conscious of the need 
inside her and the drive to fulfill that need. She thumped herself against 
Timmy with that need and only when the two were spent did the wildness 
cease. 

Timmy collapsed on Lucy. He was out of breath. He had expended a great deal 
of energy in this defloration. 

Slowly he managed to speak and when he did, he was smiling again. 

"Lucy, you can fuck!" 

Lucy heard the words through a fog of serenity. She smiled, but did not open 
her eyes. She was lost in the feeling and did not want to let it go. 

Lucy opened her eyes, but, now, all she saw was the rain. That wonderful 
episode had happened months ago, and she hadn't had a boy since. She 
realized that her panties were wet. 

Many of the girls were away for the weekend. Some had gone home, but most of 
them had gone on small weekend trips. The older girls were with their 
boyfriends and she was jealous of the fact that they were probably fucking. 

Lucy sat on the bed and put her hand to her pussy. She wanted to have a boy. 
No, not a boy, just a cock. She wanted to feel what she felt when Timmy was 
inside her. At night, she would lie in bed, dreaming that it was happening 
to her again. 

Instead of the thick cock, however, it was her own fingers. She would thrust 
them in and out of her tender body, but all she ever experienced was a 
half-hearted orgasm that left her calm for the moment, but never satisfied. 

She thought back to the scene after she fucked with Timmy. He had taken her 
into the bathroom and after she cleaned up, they talked. 

Lucy had asked Timmy to wear silence and he said that he would. Not even to 
his sister. However, Lucy doubted that, and figured that she would tell 
Roseann herself. 

The tears began to well up in her eyes as she told her friend her parents 
were sending her away. She got out a few sentences when Roseann burst into a 
cheer. Lucy was hurt and confused. 

"You want me to go away?" 

"No, silly. But being on your own without your parents is just great." 

"I won't be alone. There'll be some authority." 

"Oh, Lucy, there's always a way to get around that." 

"How?" 

"I wonder if I could get my folks to let me go. That would be great!" 

Suddenly, the gloom of the sentence was lifting for Lucy. There was some 
hope for her banishment. That would kill her parents if they knew that 
Roseann was going to the same school. 

"Do you think that you could?" 

"I'm just thinking of all those guys around." 

"This is a girls' school." 

"I didn't say boys, I said guys. It doesn't matter how old a guy is. It 
still works!" 

Lucy wouldn't think about other men. She was content with Timmy. The only 
idea that excited her was the thought of Roseann coming with her. 

"Roseann, when do you think that you could come?" 

"As soon as we could get everything settled." 

Lucy left Roseann's house that afternoon feeling more secure. She wasn't 
that terribly frightened anymore. She did not feel abandoned. Her friend 
would be coming with her. But she wouldn't tell her parents. 

When she got home, her father and mother were in the living room. There was 
an anxious look on their faces, and Lucy took great pleasure in appearing 
calm. 

"I think that boarding school is a good idea. 

It will give me a chance to become more independent." 

She spoke very little to her parents during the next two weeks. There was 
still one part of her that did not want to go. She was a little frightened 
as to what it would be like. And Roseann could not possibly be there for a 
few months. 

And now, here she sat, three months after she had arrived, and no Roseann. 
Without her friend, Lucy shrank into the corner, and could not think about 
approaching boys. Even when they had mixers it was too much for her to go up 
to a boy. When they talked to her she was shy and couldn't talk. 

As she masturbated, she thought about Timmy and the thick flesh that he had 
thrust into her. She imagined that it was happening again, and as she 
manipulated herself into a weak orgasm, she felt the shot of semen he poured 
into her. 

She lay back on her bed, thinking about Roseann and her promise to come. She 
was very hurt that she had not heard from her in the past few weeks, and the 
last time they had spoken, Roseann had never mentioned coming. 

All she wanted to do right now was cry. She felt more relaxed for the small 
orgasm, but that didn't help the situation. 

Lucy had made one friend, but she was conscious of being "out of her class" 
with most of them. Lucy always thought of herself as simple in taste and 
needs. These girls were going to Europe for the summer and on sophisticated 
trips. 

She sighed and lay down. Maybe she could take a nap. Just stop all the 
feelings and the ideas. Being fourteen and away from home isn't easy. She 
was lonely! 

The thoughts drifted in and out of her consciousness as the desired sleep 
took over. She fell asleep with a frown on her face. She would dream about 
how she wanted it to be, not as it was. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Alex Drysdale smiled to himself as he drove his car through the rain. He was 
on his way to pick up one of his students, Vera Merrill. This was the fifth 
time that they were meeting on the weekend and every encounter had been 
extremely successful. 

Most people considered Alex younger than he was. He was one of that breed 
who look young for a long time and as they do begin to show age it's by no 
means in keeping with the truth. 

He wore his hair long, and parted to the side. There was a tinge of gray in 
it, but it was flecked throughout. Most people would judge him at thirty 
years old. At forty-four, that pleased him. 

Teaching suited him. He did not like physical labor, and found that he had 
no talent for, mechanics. He had gone through college half-heartedly and had 
married while still in college. Marian, his wife, went into teaching, but 
into the elementary grades. 

At the moment, she made good money at the local elementary school and she 
was in charge of the Scout operation. Most of the meetings were on 
Saturdays. 

That however, did not bother Alex. Had his wife been home on Saturdays, he 
would manage some other day for his rendezvous. If there was one thing about 
Alex, it was that he was the master of himself. He never got ruffled, and it 
had become a bit of an initiation into one of the girls' clubs in the school 
to try to get him so. To date, no one had succeeded. 

Alex had been teaching at Gerrard for almost eight years. He had come highly 
recommended, and since he'd gone after a Masters, he was most valuable. The 
school could boast of his attractive credentials. 

There were two subjects he taught. His basic love was History, but on 
occasion he would take on the History of Art, too. This was basically an art 
course, but he enjoyed the research that he had to do for the course. 

It was more than two years ago that Alex made up his mind about getting Vera 
into bed. She was only fourteen, and he could hardly make the move for fear 
that she could not respond in the way he desired. 

Now, however, Vera had blossomed into a charming sixteen-year-old lady, and 
the change was no less startling than that of the caterpillar to the 
butterfly. She had been pretty, but now she was beautiful. And Alex knew 
that she would be even more beautiful when she entered her twenties. 

The first rendezvous had been tricky, since there was little chance that 
they could be together in the way he wanted on the grounds. There were tree 
clusters and the old sun house, but it was still a bit early for that kind 
of thing. Instead, they had met in the lounge for a time or two, and he had 
managed to get the idea across to her that he was interested in her beyond 
that as a student. 

Vera had looked at him frankly and smiled. She had a strong understanding in 
her eyes. 

"You would prefer that we get to know each other off the school grounds, is 
that right?" 

"I think you have it right. You're quite a mature girl." 

"So I've been told." 

Alex eyed her exciting figure. The uniform could make a bathing beauty look 
flat and fat, but he could see the possibilities in this girl. The uniform 
was designed for decent girls who were interested in study and sports. 

Even though the skirt was down to her knees, Alex could see a bit higher 
when he taught class. Most of the girls did not observe the rule of keeping 
feet flat on the ground, and when they crossed their legs in was easy to see 
all the way up. 

On bad days for Alex, he had a hard time keeping himself in check. There 
were some days when he needed a good lay early in the morning. Marian would 
be involved with the kids and her own classes and he considered taking one 
of the girls back into an empty classroom with him. 

Instead, he would fight the urge, and would get strained during the classes 
that he was teaching. It never got to the point where he lost his temper. In 
one year, however, something happened and it changed all that. 

Her name was Ruby and she was what the school called, "incorrigible." Had it 
not been for the fact that her parents were wealthy, the school would have 
recommended that she be placed in a home. 

Ruby had flaming red hair, the reason for her name. She was attractive, but 
not beautiful. Her eyes were deep blue and there was always a spark in them. 
It was a mischievous look and usually caught the attention of all the male 
staff. It had been mentioned that it caught the attention of any man that 
Ruby encountered. 

It had been one of those days when Alex was feeling particularly horny, and 
he could not help notice Ruby. She was a senior in his class and she was 
sitting with her legs extended to the desk in front of her. She was holding 
her legs open and Alex found it almost impossible to concentrate on what he 
was teaching. 

He found himself looking at her almost exclusively and she was giving him 
the look back. During the last fifteen minutes, he was teaching a particular 
point about American History and Ruby licked her lips in a most obvious 
manner. 

Alex stammered and almost lost the aplomb for which he was noted. He could 
almost feel her tongue on his cock and it started to grow. He sat down at 
his desk! 

Ruby would not let go of him with her eyes. She smiled knowingly as he sat 
at his desk and finally, Alex dismissed the class early. Ruby was the last 
to leave and she walked over to him. 

"Mr. Drysdale, I have a question for you." Trying to keep his voice steady, 
Alex avoided looking up. "What is it?" 

"You horny enough to fuck?" 

Alex was shocked into looking up and when he did, Ruby had her skirt lilted 
to show that she was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties. He felt his cock 
get harder and he couldn't think clearly. 

"You seemed pretty hot when you were trying to teach. I thought I could 
help." 

"You'll be late for your next class." 

"Who cares? I'll tell them that I was asking you some questions and that we 
got carried away." 

She laughed and went into the small cubbyhole that served as a cupboard for 
the class supplies. She took off her stockings and panties and held her 
skirt up around her waist. 

"Well, come on." 

Alex was blinded by the need he felt and he hobbled into the cupboard area 
where she was waiting for him. She undid his trousers rather quickly and 
before he realized what was happening, she was squirming on top of his cock. 

She was very experienced and she squeezed herself over his throbbing cock, 
and in no time, he found himself shooting into her. He muffled his cry of 
pleasure in her chest and pumped into her until he was done. 

Ruby worked herself over him, even after he came until she was writhing in a 
similar type of pleasure. Then, in just an instant, she was off him and 
tidying up. She replaced her panties and her stockings and started to leave. 

Alex was shocked, but not enough to be casual about this. This one action 
would be enough to terminate his employ. 

"Ruby, you will keep this to yourself." 

"Do you want me to?" 

"I would think that would be best." 

"Okay. I just thought I would tell the girls who wanted to know if you were 
a good lay." 

"What girls?" 

"The others in the class." 

Ruby caught the incredulous look on Alex's face and started to laugh. 

"You mean you thought they were all virgins?" 

"Of course, that is none of my business." 

"They would like it to be. You're one of the most attractive teachers here." 

Alex found it difficult to believe what he was hearing, but Ruby just kept 
on talking. 

"There are other teachers who go in for this sort of thing. They like it a 
lot and so do the girls. There aren't many boys around, anyway." 

As she spoke, Ruby took a forbidden cigarette from her waistband and lit up. 
She was very casual about everything. But then it was hardly likely that Mr. 
Drysdale was about to turn her in. 

"I prefer men to boys, but some of the girls do it just because there aren't 
any kids around." 

"I find that hard to believe." 

"No it's not. Just look around. Most of the girls know when you're horny. We 
kid about your wife not giving it to you." 

Ruby had been right. In almost every class, but especially with the older 
girls, he could find one girl looking at him with more than just passing 
interest. 

As it happened, Alex never spent an uncomfortable day after that. He was 
careful about approaching the girls, but Ruby spread the word around, and 
only those who were serious about wanting action reacted to his vague 
inquiries about their health. 

Until she graduated, Ruby was much a steady for Alex, but she put other 
girls onto his needs and he had a steady flow of young lovelies to satisfy. 
Vera was special though. 

He had begun to have affairs with the students about a year after the 
initial break-through time of just class time fucking. He met one girl that 
he found very interesting as a person, and they saw each other off campus 
for some time. She graduated and went to college and they promised to write. 

Vera was a precocious girl. She was sixteen, and a senior. She was one of 
the brighter girls and Alex hadn't figured on her for being interested in 
this kind of activity. When they had been together for some project or 
other, he had begun to be interested in her and started to show it. 

Alex was a bit surprised when she returned the interest and they had made 
plans to meet outside school. Vera was from across the country and she had 
no close relatives here. However, there was one place where they could meet, 
though it was a bit dangerous for Alex. 

Several of the girls in the same predicament had gotten together to solve 
the problem. They had pooled their resources and rented an apartment several 
miles from school. Money was usually no problem to most of these girls. 

The apartment was used by the girls and they set up a pretty strict 
schedule. Most of them didn't mind if the other girls met the boyfriend they 
were sleeping with, but there were several of the girls who were fucking 
some of the staff, and it wasn't considered safe to let everybody know about 
it. 

It was always possible that you could have a fight with one of the girls who 
knew about the affair and then, there might be trouble. So, silence was 
maintained. 

Alex met Vera here in the early afternoon. He would pick her up on a comer 
and they would drive. Vera had the key for the place, and they would be 
alone for about two hours. Sometimes, depending on the schedule, and Alex's 
schedule, they could spend more time together. 

The rain was beating down harder as Alex stopped the car, hoping that Vera 
wasn't that wet. He didn't want her to catch cold. He was beginning to look 
forward to this rendezvous quite a bit. 

Vera was waiting and smiled as he opened the car door. She ran around to the 
side and squished into the car. She was quite wet. 

"Hi, hon. Gosh, you're awfully wet." 

There was a twinkle in her eye. 

"I know. I better get these things off." 

Then they kissed. She looked fetching in her short skirt and boots. Her hair 
was damp, but it only enhanced the flat curls that were plastered around her 
face. Her cheeks were bright red from the occasional, but brisk wind. 

Alex drove as quickly as was safe and they were inside in less than ten 
minutes. There was hardly a soul on the streets, and Alex was grateful for 
that. The apartment was in a secluded part of the neighborhood, and it was 
unlikely that anyone would connect him with the school. 

When they were inside, he turned to her and took her in his arms. She came 
to him very willingly and they embraced. 

"We can do better than that, can't we?" 

Immediately, Alex felt the need in him spring to the fore and he pressed his 
hardness against Vera. She smiled in recognition of his "problem" and turned 
out of his arms to undress. 

Alex liked to watch her undress. She had a slim body, but her hips curved 
more than one would expect with her proportions. Her breasts were firm and 
small, but beautiful. 

Vera was young, but she knew that this part of their afternoon was pleasing 
to Alex. She was slow when she knew that he was watching her. 

She unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing and slowly edged it over her 
shoulders. She smiled at Alex innocently and she enjoyed the look of desire 
that he wore. 

She had to wear a bra as part of school regulations, but it was small as 
could be. The lace along the cups accented the softness of her flesh and 
Vera made the most of working with the bra on. 

Alex was aware that his pants were strangling him, and he made a move to 
undress. Vera came over to him and began to help him. She paid the most 
attention to his pants and took care with the unzipping. She reached inside 
for his cock and as soon as she had him out she kissed the tip of his hot 
penis. 

When her lips touched him he moaned from the sheer pleasure. 

"Oh, Vera, you drive me crazy!" 

"I hope so." 

Vera was very understated and she enjoyed' the game they played when they 
were together. She was quite a bit more mature than most of the girls at the 
school. She gave one the impression that she was an adult doing a paper on 
secondary education and that was the only reason why she was in this school. 

Vera was bare except for her bra and she took pleasure in undressing Alex. 
He touched her frequently as she undressed him, but she did not allow him to 
hold her down until she was finished. She was quite a tease when she wanted 
to be, and today, she wanted to be. 

"Alex, don't be crude and quick. We have time." 

"You tease! I'll make you pay for this!" 

"I hope so." 

They were near the bed in the room and they fell onto it. Alex's cock felt 
as though it was going to explode. He wanted to bury it inside her young 
body. 

"Come on. I have to give it to you first. Vera. A quick one. Then we can 
play." 

"You mean that you want to fuck? Just like that?" 

Alex knew that she was teasing him. Only this time, she was doing it with 
words. He wouldn't let her. He grabbed her and unhooked her bra. She let him 
and fell into his arms as her breasts, freed, fell softly onto his chest. 

At "the touch of the lovely orbs, Alex was fired even more. He wanted to 
kiss them and squeeze them. He began to manipulate the nipple of one while 
he took the other into his mouth. 

This time, it was Vera's turn to be thrilled. She loved the things that they 
did together. She let him suck and reveled in the pleasure. Though she 
wanted to tease him for a bit, she could not deny the feelings that were 
building in her body. 

As he licked and kissed, Vera became very excited, knowing his destination. 
He had put her against the mattress and was traveling the length of her body 
with his lips. He would stop two thirds of the way down to begin his 
second-favorite activity. 

As he readied the fuzzy area, he parted her lips with his own. He thrust his 
tongue into her warm flesh and Vera cooed as she felt the stab of pleasure. 

"Alex, that feels good! I love that!" 

Alex thanked her for the compliment by circling her clitoris again and 
again. He knew that he was thrilling her a great deal when he did this. It 
was his super treatment for her. He licked her lavishly and drank up the 
juices that flooded from the stimulation. 

Getting lower in her pussy, he stuck his tongue in her vagina. He pushed all 
the way in, as he hardened his tongue. He felt the muscles quiver with 
pleasure and increased his movements. This time Vera began to writhe on the 
bed and he had to hold onto her hips to secure her. 

As he held her down. Vera squirmed more and more, and finally she clutched 
his head in her hands, forcing him into her pussy, wetting his face 
completely. 

"Alex, lick me!" . 

Alex complied with her demands and drank up her nectar as she came. He was 
pleased that she had come so soon. This told him that she was very hot today 
and that their lovemaking would be super. 

Finally, the strains of the supernatural music stopped and Vera relaxed her 
grip on her lover. She smiled down at him and he quickly kissed her clitoris 
very chastely. Then he merely relaxed in his position. He was eager to have 
his needs tended to. 

Vera did not have to be asked to cater to him. She reached out and encircled 
his hips, taking his cock close to her lips. She brushed the tip with her 
lips and tongued gently. Alex moaned, desperate to get more. He pushed his 
hips toward her, but she resisted until she was ready to accept him. 

Little by little, Vera opened her lips and took more of his cock. Inch by 
inch, the rod disappeared into her mouth. The red and veined staff was 
throbbing with desire! His scrotum was close to her lips and he longed to 
have them stroked and licked, but he knew that this would be futile. 

Vera was deliberate and decided in her actions. She would not do something 
that she was not ready to handle. In her own time, she would do everything 
to him. She was a good lover. 

Vera took one hand and traced a figure eight on his sac, tickling him as she 
went along. However, at this height of his excitement, it was no mere 
tickling, but sheer titillation. The touch of her fingernails on his skin 
was maddening to him, and he longed to stuff his cock into her throat. 

Alex was torn between closing his eyes and enjoying the sensuous feeling, 
and watching this beauty sucking his cock. Both were exciting to him and he 
usually wound up watching her until the last moment. 

The feelings built into a near crescendo and Alex forced himself to stay 
calm. He didn't want to come this way the first time. The next time, that 
would be just fine. Right now, however, he would make her come again. With 
his cock, this time, however. 

"Enough darling. I want to fuck you properly." 

Vera was loathe to let go before she was finished with the diversion. She 
was enjoying the feel of the glans, soft against her palate, teasing the 
sensation from her. She did not want to let go until he had given her some 
cream for her trouble. 

"Let go. Come on, baby!" 

Alex could be firm. He would not become enraged, but he would merely insist 
about what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted it now. Very 
gently, he disengaged her mouth from his penis and brought himself up to her 
level on the bed. 

Now was the moment that Alex had been waiting for. He seized Vera in his 
arms and held her close. He kissed her lips and savored the flavor of his 
body on them. He looked into her lovely eyes and began to search for her 
tight opening. 

They held the gaze while Alex fitted his cock against her vagina and began 
the penetration. He loved to look into her eyes as he did this. He could 
read the reactions that he loved to see. Each time he thrust, she would 
narrow her eyes. 

Coupled with narrowed eyes, Vera would moan very low as she recognized the 
possession of her body, the joining of their bodies in this act. Slowly, as 
the penetration was accomplished, Vera would begin to grimace with the 
pleasure that she was experiencing. 

Alex jabbed harder at her, and the couple shared the burst of pleasure that 
followed the thrust. Again, then once more, Alex ground his penis into her 
and Vera responded by thrusting her hips up against his body. 

The thrills that shot through the two of them were indescribable. As the 
couple rocked on the bed, Alex buried himself and they began some very 
serious fucking. Alex was hot from the tender and sensuous tending that 
she'd given him with her mouth and he would not be able to last very long. 

Vera loved this time. They were lost in each other and she was totally 
possessed by this huge phallus. She loved the feelings that were coursing 
through her as he plunged deeper and deeper. 

"I can never get enough, Vera!" 

"I hope not. I never want you to stop what we're doing." 

Alex kissed Vera deeply on the mouth and she threw her legs over his back, 
high in the air. She was able to rock against the bony part of his pubic 
bone and further stimulate her clitoris. 

Alex had taught her this trick, but not because she would feel better in it. 
He loved the greater depth that he could accomplish in this position. He 
felt as though he had her completely in his will in this position. He was in 
total possession when they loved this way. 

Vera tightened her vagina on his penis and sent waves of pleasure throughout 
his body. She had done this unconsciously, but as she realized the reaction 
that Alex had to it, she began to do it deliberately. Besides making him 
feel better, it gave her an extra boost toward the goal. 

Time was short! Alex was close to coming and he wanted to make sure that she 
came first. 

"Honey, I want to make you come. I'm so hot that I don't believe it!" 

"Just keep fucking me the way you are." 

Alex tried to hold himself down while he plowed into her. He tried to think 
of something else and save his erection. But the more he tried, the harder 
Vera worked to get to her own orgasm. She was twisting all over his cock and 
humping her hips wildly. It was going to be impossible at this speed. 

"Vera, I can't hold out! Easy!" 

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm almost there, so just fuck me!" 

He recognized the heat in her and gave his all. He thrust into her without 
stopping, and try as he may, he was unable to hold out. He held his breath 
and tried to remain calm, but he never could do that when he was coming! 

"I can't help it! I'm starting!" 

Vera didn't answer. The shot of liquid burst into her and it boosted her to 
her own orgasm. As the precious cream flooded her, she felt the last 
necessary stroke, the petting, the scratching that had to be, and gave in. 

She screamed and clutched Alex tightly. The wildest feelings were rocketing 
through her body and she could not contain them without verbal expression. 
She twisted and locked her legs around him. 

There was little need to lock onto him because in his heat and delight Alex 
was pounding Vera into the mattress unmercifully. He could no more control 
his actions than fly as a bird. He was bound to react as the primitive need 
forced him to. He pounded out that ancient rite that had kept the species 
alive. 

They crescendoed together, and rode out the fantastic flight during the 
episode. Then the feelings dimmed and the ecstasy died, and they came back 
to earth, lying together on the bed, locked still, in each other's arms. 

Alex flopped on top of Vera as he came down from his high. He was exhausted 
and wanted to rest. He was breathing heavily and needed the rest. He knew 
that he must be heavy on top of her, but Vera held him there. She liked the 
added contact. 

He smiled at her, too weak to do much more. He was satisfied for the moment, 
and finally he rolled off, prostrating himself on the bed next to her. Vera 
curled against his side and lay there, saying nothing. The rain was still 
pounding against the windows and it was a lovely after-feeling. 

Vera spoke. 

"You make Saturdays so nice." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Don't be dumb. You can't think that I would prefer to read a book or go to 
a basketball game?" 

Alex saw the twinkle in her eyes and swatted her playfully on the rump. 

"It's a shame you're so bright. I should flunk you in class for that 
smart-ass remark." 

"I guess that you'll have to punish me in another way, won't you?" 

Something clicked in Alex's head and he grew a glimmer of mischief in his 
own gaze. 

"What are you thinking?" 

"Nothing. It was just a silly something to say. That's all." 

They returned to their restful positions, and Alex glanced at his clock. 
They did not have much time left. He would have to get some more loving in 
before their time was up. And then, he wouldn't see her for another week. 

That is, he wouldn't see her naked and lying with her legs open. He would 
see her every day in school, dressed like the other girls, wearing those 
ugly shoes. Even in that outfit, though, Vera was easy to pick out. She was 
something special! 

Alex could not get her remark out of his head. Punish her? That might be 
interesting. The bad school girl. How interesting. But, for another time, 
definitely. 

Alex turned to Vera and kissed her. He could feel the stirrings in his body 
and he was loathe to leave without gaining possession of her at least twice. 
He would dream about that lovely young body all week. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lucy was sitting in her room, without the light, even though it was getting 
dark. She was still pretty low and the weather had not cleared up. She did 
not look forward to dinner in the dining room, almost alone, and then an 
evening of some records and television. 

On weekends, they were allowed to wear their own clothes, but even these 
were regulated. Slacks were only allowed during a corresponding activity, 
such as sports. 

Otherwise, the dress was a skirt and blouse. The blouse had to be loose, but 
they weren't that strict on how loose. Lucy was a bit shocked when she saw 
the bosoms on some of the older girls, and the way they displayed them. 

Lucy was still too knew to know how to get around rules. She had come here 
thinking that this was a strict school, and that was the reason she was 
here. Her parents wanted her to "straighten out." To Lucy, it was more a 
prison than anything else. 

Lucy thought about what Roseann said about there being other men in such a 
school, even though there were no boys. She knew the male teachers, but they 
seemed so prim and proper. Only one, Mr. Gallows, the English teacher, 
looked at the girls openly. 

Why, one day, Lucy was shocked to see him talking to one of the girls quite 
openly and he seemed to be saying suggestive things. The girl laughed and 
winked and Lucy thought that she must be mistaken about what they were 
saying. 

Nevertheless, she did catch him looking her way. She was in school only a 
few weeks when she was working on an English composition in the day room. 
Mr. Gallows came in. He looked around and when he saw Lucy, he looked very 
long and hard. 

He was looking at her breasts, and her legs, and she found herself getting a 
bit embarrassed. She was blushing and he saw that she was. He smiled, but 
there was something she could not read in his eyes. He was watching her legs 
and traveling up her legs to her thighs and panties with his eyes. She felt 
almost naked in front of him. 

Then something else happened to Lucy. She became excited by what she was 
experiencing. She found her panties getting wet from the desires running 
through her. It had been months since any boy had touched her and after her 
first experience with sex she wanted more. 

Much as she thought about this, it did not help her now. She was alone in 
her room and dinner was about an hour away. There was nothing that she 
wanted to do. Well, there was one thing she wanted to do, but it was 
impossible without help. She sat in the chair and crossed her legs, Indian 
fashion, put her chin in her hand and sulked. 

Downstairs, Ed Gallows was parking his car. He had been careful about 
checking on Lucy. He had gotten hold of the list of those on leave from the 
school for the weekend, and saw that Lucy's name was missing. Good, she was 
here. 

Ed was not very old. He was along in his early fifties, but he managed to 
keep himself very well. He liked clothes and chose them well for himself. He 
was very careful about his dress and his grooming. 

He did not approach all the girls. He had learned just which ones were 
vulnerable to him. He liked the younger ones, too. He taught Freshman 
English, fortunately, and he got to know all the young girls. 

He thought that he recognized the signs in Lucy Granger that first day in 
his class, but he couldn't be sure. So he bided his time. Let her get used 
to the routine here and if she was right for him, she would be even riper 
for his plucking. 

She looked discontent, and he had heard the faculty discussing her. 
Something about her parents not being able to cope with her sudden wildness. 
She had been such a good girl all this time, and not ever any trouble from 
her. 

But, as she got involved with this new girl on the block, this wild thing, 
Lucy just followed right along. Her parents did not say just what the 
wildness included, but merely that they could not control her anymore. 

Lucy had taken to coming in at terrible hours. No doubt, this other girl was 
responsible for it, but there was no other way to deal with it. This other 
girl's parents were obviously very permissive with her and they were no 
recourse for the Grangers. 

They could not talk to their daughter and finally, they made application for 
Lucy at the school. It was the middle of the year, but her parents pjeaded 
with the school, and they decided to allow her to come along. 

This sounded interesting to Ed. He smoothed his hair, and walked up the 
front stairs of the residence. Faculty was allowed in the school-dormitory 
building whenever it was necessary. The teacher's lounge was on the ground 
floor and the classrooms were scattered throughout the first to the third 
floors. 

There was another dormitory building. That one, however, was new and 
considered a privilege for older girls. The juniors and seniors lived there. 

Ed Gallows would just say that he was in the building to do some work on the 
tests coming up. Even though he had an alibi for many years, no one had ever 
challenged him yet. Perhaps it was the precise way in which he chose the 
girls. Not one of them had ever made a complaint. 

Most people, looking at this man would think he was a dedicated teacher, 
coming in on Saturday to do extra work, perhaps for the students who had a 
hard time with the regular work. His tweed jacket, with the leather patches, 
gave him a very respectable appearance. 

No one was in the main hall as he entered, and he strode up to the second 
floor to his room. He did some work for a few moments, but he could not keep 
his mind off what he wanted to do. He could feel the pressure against his 
trousers and knew that he had better be getting upstairs. 

Ed was a thorough man. He had noted that Lucy's roommate was out for the 
weekend. There would be no one to contend with. Once he was in the room 
there would be no problems. 

As he neared the blank, but sturdy door, Ed listened for sounds. He heard 
nothing, and cursed, thinking that she might be involved with one of the 
activities available for rainy days. 

He knocked and heard no response. He was cursing his luck, but then decided 
to open the door slowly and look in. There was Lucy, in the chair, with her 
hands in her lap. 

Instantly, he figured that he had interrupted her masturbating. There was 
such a look of melancholy on her face, however, that he quickly put that 
thought aside. 

"Hello, Lucy. Did I disturb you?" 

"Hello, Mr. Gallows. No." 

The gloom was in her voice and Ed felt more secure than ever. He came over 
and sat by her. 

"Is anything wrong?" 

"Nothing, I suppose. And, everything." 

"Would it help to talk?" 

"I don't know. I guess." 

Ed settled himself more comfortably on the bed and opened his jacket. He 
watched her, trying to hold his erection down. 

"I just realized that this is Saturday and you're here. I didn't know that 
teachers came to school on Saturday." 

"Not all. But, then, many of us find it necessary to complete all the course 
work that is required of us. You see, Lucy, teaching is not as easy as you 
think." 

Lucy was taken by his words. She just listened to what he was saying about 
tests and how he thought that she was doing well for someone who was 
uprooted in midterm. 

"Incidentally, that was one thing that I wanted to talk to you about." 

"What is that?" 

"We don't usually have someone transfer into the school at this time of the 
year. Have you been in trouble?" 

Lucky looked up at him and he thought she seemed frightened. He didn't want 
to play the heavy, as that would not suit the role he was attempting. 

"Come now. I am not here to interrogate you. It is just that I think that 
you could do better in your grades, and when I find a student like you who 
is producing work that is not her best, I try to find out why." 

"I guess I'm not concentrating." 

"Perhaps there's something that we could take care of, and dispatch with. 
You know, get it out of the way." 

"I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Gallows." 

"For one thing, why are you here? You don't seem to like the school." 

"I don't! I am beginning to hate it!" 

Lucy got out of the chair and walked to the window. The rain was still 
falling only it was less forceful. She was talking more to herself than to 
Ed Gallows. 

"I thought it would be all right, otherwise I never would have come. But, 
then, what choice did I have? My parents would have forced me." 

"Sure, I guess that I could have stayed at home, but they would have forced 
me to stay in school and I would never get out. They thought that I did some 
terrible things. And it wasn't true!" 

"What things?" 

"Just things. No, I'll tell you. They thought that I was going with boys and 
doing all sorts of things." 

"You mean like touching and kissing?" 

"And worse. They looked at me as though I was screwing every one of the boys 
in the neighborhood." 

Lucy was embarrassed after she had said that and she turned around to Mr. 
Gallows. Her face was red and she smiled weakly. 

"I guess that I shouldn't have said that word. I'm sorry." 

"Was it true?" 

"No! It wasn't!" 

"Then why did they think that?" 

"Because I got friendly with this new girl. She's a couple of years older 
than me and she knew all the great places to go. We would talk about sex, I 
admit that, and she would tell me all about it, but I just didn't want to do 
it." 

"You mean that you never once wanted to, well, do anything with these boys?" 

"I don't mean that. I wanted to, sometimes, but none of the boys that she 
knew turned me on. Not until Timmy." 

This was getting more interesting and Ed could feel his blood rise. He loved 
to hear about young kids making love. 

"Who is Timmy?" 

"This girl's brother. He's seventeen and I liked him from the first time we 
met. But, with me being so much younger, I didn't think that he would look 
at me. I mean, he can go out with the older girls." 

"Sometimes, boys and men prefer younger girls." 

"I found that out on the day my parents told me about this school." 

"What happened to make you realize this?" 

"It was just that he showed that he liked me. That's all." 

"Did he do that with his body? Your body?" 

Lucy began to blush and she looked away. It just didn't seem right to be 
talking about this to a male teacher in her room. Suddenly, the words that 
Roseann had spoken came back to her. There would be plenty of chances for 
sex besides going with boys. 

Lucy felt a flush go through her, but this time, it wasn't because of any 
embarrassment. She was getting excited. She thought about how long it had 
been since she had been with Timmy. That had been the only time. 

She decided to explore the possibilities. Why was he talking to her? There 
was no one around now either. 

"Yes. Timmy did things to me that made me know he cared." 

"What kind of things? Can you tell me?" 

Ed was getting hot now. He was anticipating any details that he could get 
from Lucy. He was beginning to think that everything was falling into place. 

The words, however, the dialogue, was something that he was very familiar 
with. Of course, there were other scenes, and different situations, but the 
ad lib part was small. He could get right in and get the answers and the 
reactions that narrowed the field for him. 

"Well, he touched me in some private places. And he made me lie down." 

Lucy walked over to the bed. She stayed out of reach from Ed, but she was 
looking at him. She could feel her panties growing wet and she wanted to get 
to whatever there was. 

"Did he touch you there?" 

Ed pointed to her crotch. Lucy looked straight at him and smiled at him. 

"Yes. How did you know?" 

"If I were Timmy, I would want to touch you there." 

"Would you?" 

"Yes." 

Ed reached out for Lucy and she let him touch her skirt. Without taking his 
eyes from her face, Ed then went under her skirt and slipped his fingers 
inside the panty leg. He was rewarded by the gush of cream on his fingers. 

"You must be very eager to do something. You're wet." 

"I know what I want to do." 

Ed took the cue and ran his fingers along her slit to her vagina. He thrust 
his two fingers into the opening and Lucy almost swooned with the feeling. 

"It's been so long since anyone did that. Except myself." 

"It's just not the same that way, is it, Lucy?" 

"No. I want something in there. You know what, too." 

Ed patted his hard crotch for emphasis as he replied to her remark. 

"Lucy, I know all about it. I want it in there for you." 

What happened next was quick. Lucy came to the bed as Ed pulled her down 
onto it. She let him pull her panties off and then, he took his large cock 
out of his trousers. 

Lucy immediately seized the long prick, squeezing it, perhaps a bit too 
tightly. Ed moaned, but did not ask her to stop. He recognized the sheer 
spontaneity and he liked that. He could not bring himself to curb that 
fantastic characteristic of his newest girl. 

Lucy was alive with all the passion that she had been using on herself. She 
wanted the fulfillment that she needed. She had been given an opportunity to 
have it months ago, and that was it. She was in desperate need of this 
release and she was not about to give it up. 

Ed realized that he would have to act pretty fast to keep her interested. He 
wondered if she had ever experienced much oral sex. He doubted it, since 
young boys ten to go for the main event without any real foreplay. 

Ed pulled Lucy's skirt up, and then he got down and began to lick her wet 
pussy. Lucy nearly shrieked from pleasure. It was something that she had 
never experienced before. 

"Mr. Gallows!" 

"Ed, please." 

"Oh, Ed! Wow! I never felt anything like this!" 

"Relax. There's more to come!" 

Lucy tried to relax on the bed as Ed ground his face into her wetness. He 
was licking her clitoris and then, along the insides of the lips. Once he 
got very close to her vagina, he stuck his tongue way up. 

"No! I can't take it!" 

"You can take that and more. You'll see," Ed went back to his work. He was 
enjoying the taste of her pussy. He loved being the first one to teach them 
things. Not too many of the young ones, even, were virgins, however. He 
considered himself extremely fortunate to come across a cherry every so 
often. 

Ed was thinking about giving it to her. He would have preferred it to be the 
first time, but he wasn't stupid. Lucy was by no means an ugly girl. Several 
guys had been after her and she said that one had been special. 

"Did this Timmy put it into you?" 

Lucy nodded her answer and pushed her head back against the mattress. She 
didn't want him to stop. Although Ed continued what he was doing, he was a 
bit disheartened. He would have liked to have had another cherry. They were 
getting more difficult to find. 

Nevertheless, Ed was pleased by the reactions that he was getting from Lucy 
and he bent to his mouthing with some relish. He licked her clean, only to 
have her secrete more cream and his task would be cut out for him once more. 

Lucy was holding onto his cock while he did this and he longed to feel it 
inside her. It had been so good with Timmy, that this would have to be at 
least as good. Maybe better. That could be, since she figured that Ed knew 
more than Timmy did. 

"I love what you're doing, but I would love this in me even more." 

Ed was a bit startled at her frankness, but he was delighted with her 
desires. He loved to screw and this would be a boon. That is, to have a 
young girl who loved it this much! 

Ed was too much of a gentleman not to comply. He quickly stripped! 

His cock was sticking out in front of him and he noted that he had not had 
as fine a cock-stand in some time. This might be the beginning of a lot of 
fun. When Lucy got older, she could graduate to-some of the other male 
teachers who preferred the older girls. 

Lucy was a fetching sight. She was lying on the bed, her skirt pulled up on 
her chest, and her pussy exposed. The hair was matted from the licking and 
the wetness she had been coaxed to give up. 

Lucy was wearing knee socks, and she pulled her legs up on the bed. She was 
the picture of the young temptress. She spread her knees wide and Ed got a 
good look at her pussy. He probed it with his fingers for a moment before he 
made his plunge. 

He spread her lips and pushed his fingers in her opening. He was thrilled 
with the tightness. It would fit nicely around his cock. 

Lucy waited impatiently for Ed to begin with his movements. She was 
anticipating the initial thrust, when the head would spread her wide and 
throw her into a paradise. 

"Hey, don't make me wait! Get to it!" 

Ed hastened to relieve her misery. He had been indulging in his own wishes 
up to that point, but now, he had sought to fill hers. He came down on top 
of her and used his hand to guide it into the tender channel. He was fitting 
it into the crevice when he felt Lucy's own hands, helping to get him 
further into her body. 

She pulled her lips open and Ed went deeper, almost immediately. She was not 
about to wait for any fooling, and Ed was tickled by her eagerness. That was 
one reason why he preferred younger girls. Their enthusiasm! 

Now that the entry was ready, Ed put his weight behind a thrust and as Lucy 
gasped at the penetration, forced his cock almost all the way. That had been 
some feat, considering how tight she was. 

Lucy grabbed hold of Ed's shoulders and moaned her delight! 

"You don't know how good this feels!" 

"I'm delighted that you like it." 

Ed was not in the mood for conversation, but he wanted to make her feel that 
he was there for her pleasure. He wanted to make sure that she was satisfied 
with his lovemaking. This could well be the start of a fantastic 
relationship for the next few years. 

The thrill of having him inside her was more than she could have wished 
.for. She was lying on her bed, feeling him plunge into her, satisfying her 
needs in the only way they could be satisfied. 

As the sensations grew stronger and stronger, Lucy began to moan. She was 
trying to concentrate on how it felt. She wasn't sure how long it would be 
before she got it the next time. She was beginning to understand that this 
was something very important to her, and she needed it. as surely as she 
needed air. 

Ed was buried in her and he kept grinding his cock into her body. This gave 
her a great deal more stimulation than the stroking. This way, he would 
reach every nerve fiber in her body. He stroked and ground into her and he 
could feel the secretions building up on his cock. 

Ed was really getting off at this point. 

Lucy was thrusting her hips up at Ed, but she couldn't quite satisfy the 
feeling in her vagina. It was some kind of itch. Yes, it was like the first 
time with Timmy, but it was more intense this time. She had to fight against 
it, just to work with it. 

Lucy fought against his body to get the most from it. She thrust herself as 
high on his cock as she could get herself. In this one act lay her salvation 
from the loneliness of this new life. She had been isolated, and she needed 
an outlet for her sadness and needed it more than anything. 

The magic was working and Lucy began to feel the wild sensation of her 
orgasm. The mounting feelings in her increased till she thought that she 
would burst. Instead, she bit down on Ed's neck and came in a flood of 
expressions. 

"Oh, no! It's better than the first time. It's too much!" 

It was true. What had been merely fantastic was magnificent now. She was 
reeling from the intensity of her feelings, grabbing onto Ed's arms, and his 
back. In a fury, she grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and squeezed until Ed 
yelled a bit. 

On his part, the feelings were building to a no-return point. He felt the 
wild crush of her tight vagina over his cock and knew that it was all over 
for him. He felt the painful grab on his ass and then he was shooting into 
her. He was thrusting mightily into her and pounding against the girl. 

Together, they rocked the small bed, forcing the springs into actions, such 
as they had never before experienced. They bounded, and the bed bounced, and 
as they were about to finish off, they bounced onto the floor. 

Even as they tumbled and thumped, Lucy did not once lose her grip and he 
stroked right up until the last of his sperm was spent. The lamp was knocked 
over in the fall, but nothing else seemed damaged. 

There was no time to linger, however, this time. The noise had been louder 
than either of them had believed. They were lost in the passion that was 
still theirs and were not perceiving other sounds accurately. 

As Ed lay there, with his shirttails up and his backside exposed, falling 
out of Lucy, he looked most indiscrete. He looked close to silly. He heard 
the steps down the hall coming closer. There was someone knocking on all the 
doors, and he heard the doors being opened. Someone had heard the crash and 
was looking for the damage. 

"Oh, damn!" 

"Is someone coming?" 

"Yes. Let me get up. Never mind. Wait a minute. There's no way that I am 
going to get out of here before whoever it is comes in." 

"I know. I will tell them that I was sleeping and that I fell on the floor 
in my sleep. I can say that I knocked the lamp off the table." 

Lucy was fixing her skirt, and she hastened to right herself. She stuffed 
her panties under the pillow and sat on the bed. She pointed to the closet 
for Ed to hide in. 

Just as he closed himself in, his pants in hand, Lucy heard a knock on the 
door. 

"Yes, come in." 

"We heard a crash. Was it in here?" 

"I'm afraid so. I was sleeping, and in my sleep, I rolled off the bed. It 
never happened before." 

"Are you all right?" 

"Yes, I'm fine." 

"Are you sure? That was quite a loud thump. It sounded as though there was a 
fight going in here." 

"Oh, no, I was just clumsy, I guess." 

"Well, I think that I ought to take a look at you, at least." 

The matron came over to Lucy, and to her horror, Lucy noticed some stains on 
the bed. She was frantic, and she just slumped on the bed, to cover the 
spots. The matron became alarmed. 

"Are you all right? What's the matter?" 

"Oh, it's just that I feel a bit sick. You know, to my stomach." 

At that, the matron, Miss Withers, became very flustered. She started 
talking, but more to herself than to Lucy. 

"Oh, dear. A clear sign of a head injury. Oh, dear, if only I could remember 
my First Aid training. What should I do? Head up or down? Oh, dear." 

Lucy stayed in her position. She could feel the semen beginning to run down 
her legs and she could not dare move. She figured that her skirt was wet and 
the bed underneath. There was no choice. 

The matron kept refiguring solutions to the problem, and finally decided 
that the doctor must come. 

"You stay right here. I will call and then I will be right back. I will be 
with you all the time, my dear. There's no need to worry." 

As she went out of the room, Miss Withers called back some reassurances to 
Lucy. 

"Now, don't you worry, my dear. The doctor will be here in just a moment." 

As they heard the footsteps going down the hall, Ed crept out of the closet. 
He was white as a sheet. There was no explanation for being caught with his 
pants down in a girl's room. No acceptable one, that is. 

"You better get out of here. But, I don't know what I'm going to do when the 
doctor gets here. The bed is wet!" 

Lucy was using a stage whisper, and she was getting a bit frightened 
herself. 

"Just lie there if they come in. The spots should dry in a little while." 

"But, I've got to get back into my panties." 

"You go ahead into the bathroom. She won't be back for a while, I would bet. 
She's very flustered." 

Lucy raced into the bathroom and ran the water. She grabbed a washcloth and 
frantically washed herself. She had to wash away the telltale scent. The 
doctor would know that she had been fucking and there would be a lot of 
trouble. Still damp, Lucy ran back into the room, and jumped back on the 
bed. Just then, she remembered her panties under the pillow. She cursed 
under her breath and grabbed for them. 

"Oh, no, I can't pull it on. I'm too damp! Oh, shit!" 

The panties were resisting her dampness, and suddenly, Lucy caught her own 
telltale scent on her panties. She had to get a new pair. She threw hers off 
and into the bottom drawer. She searched frantically for a new pair. 

She never kept her drawers very neat, and now she cursed herself for being 
so sloppy. 

"Oh, everyone is right. My mother, too. I never keep a very neat place. Now 
it's going to get me in trouble!" 

Lucy was close to tears as she heard some voices down the hall. They were 
rather far away, but she looked at Ed, and suddenly realized that he was 
still there. 

"What are you doing here? You'll get me into trouble!" 

"Nonsense. I will handle the whole matter." 

Lucy was too frightened to care about him. She dug frantically into the 
drawer where her underpants should have been. In the last moment, she felt 
some elastic and pulled the things out. She grabbed them and hastily put her 
legs into the holes. 

Lucy managed to get them up just in time, and as she jumped back onto the 
bed, she realized that they were on backward. Oh, hell. She would have to 
take it. The door opened and Miss Withers was with the weekend supervisor, 
Mrs. Arthur. 

They both seemed very surprised to see Mr. Gallows. 

"Oh, there you are. Miss Granger told me that you were down there calling 
the doctor. I heard the noise all the way down in my classroom. Came to see 
what the matter was." 

The ladies began to melt to his charm, and Lucy began to breathe once more 
as they turned away from her to Mr. Gallows. She moved off the wet spots a 
bit, to give them a chance to dry, and prayed that they would before the 
doctor got there. Her rainy Saturday afternoon had gotten very exciting. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

As Vera walked back onto the school grounds, she saw the ambulance. She saw 
that it was parked in front of the school building, so that it couldn't be 
one of the older girls. Just the same, she quickened her pace to see what it 
was all about. 

As she got to the door, she saw Mr. Gallows directing the traffic down the 
stairs of the building. 

"All right, now, we will be inside the ambulance in just a moment, Lucy. Be 
calm." 

Vera saw that new girl, Lucy Granger on a stretcher, but she couldn't 
understand the look on her face. She looked as though she were about to 
laugh. This couldn't be a gag, could it? 

Another girl from her class had come over in the rain, and Vera walked up to 
her. 

"Hey, Susie, what's going on?" 

"I don't really know, but they say that this girl fell off her bed and 
banged her head on the floor." 

"Oh, gee, is that why she looks so strange." 

"Strange? In what way." 

"Well, she looked as though she were going to laugh." 

Susie smiled at Vera. She beckoned her over in a conspiratorial way. 

"I understand that Mr. Gallows was doing some work in his second floor class 
room, and he heard the thump from the fourth floor. He has wonderful 
hearing, don't you think?" 

"Where did they find him?" 

"He was in the room when Miss Withers got back with Mrs. Arthur. The old 
biddies went for his story, but I don't believe it." 

"You mean that he's up to something?" 

"Up to something? Vera, you have to be blind not to know what he likes to 
do." 

"What does he do?" 

"Oh, wow. That's right. You transferred here after you started school. Well, 
let me tell you." 

The ambulance was pulling away, and Mr. Gallows was in the back with Lucy. 
Miss Withers was to follow later on, should Mr. Gallows feel it necessary. 
Mrs. Arthur was herding the girls back into the school, getting them into 
dinner. 

Vera and Susie walked back to their dorm to have dinner later on. One of 
their senior privileges was to have dinner after everyone else. They could 
have dinner anytime between four-thirty and six. 

Since she had walked the distance back to the school grounds in the rain, 
Vera wanted a chance to change. She and Alex had to leave rather quickly, 
after their second encounter of the afternoon, and they didn't have time for 
a shower. 

If there was one thing that Vera liked, it was a shower afterwards. She 
would have one and then go to dinner. The food was never that good anyway. 
There wasn't much to miss. 

As they walked, Susie filled her in on what had been going on with Gallows. 

"Oh, he likes the younger girls. He's been at it for as long as I've been 
here and as long as most of the girls know." 

"How do you know?" 

"Oh, when the girls get older, he drops them. Juniors are out of his 
league!" 

They shared a laugh, but it had interested Vera, and she asked Susie more 
questions. 

"Do the girls talk afterwards?" 

"Well, I knew one of the girls. She graduated in my sophomore year, and you 
were just coming in. She had been one of his girls and he had stopped seeing 
her when she became a junior. Isn't that wild?" 

"Why did she tell you?" 

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe she was annoyed with him. Maybe he's got a really 
big one and she wanted more of it!" 

Vera laughed, but she wondered to herself if anyone knew about Alex. She 
didn't want to be. the butt of jokes. They had reached the building, 
however, and they had to stop to take off their boots. It was a regulation 
for the sake of housekeeping. 

"You know, Vera, I don't think that Lucy Granger had an accident. But I do 
think that she got a bang!" 

Susie laughed herself silly, and went on into her room. Vera followed in the 
same direction, but seniors all had private rooms. That was another of the 
privileges afforded the ones who made it to the fourth year. 

Walking down the rather quiet hallway, Vera thought about Alex and what they 
had done that afternoon. It was something that they both enjoyed and she did 
not see it as something cheap and laughable. She wondered if she was just 
one in a long progression of girls from the school, in Alex's life. That was 
something that she just hadn't thought about. 

Vera tried to shake the feeling of being betrayed, but she couldn't. Of 
course, she would have to wait until next Saturday to find out. That would 
kill her all week, wondering. 

An awful thought came to her. Susie. She seemed to know everything about 
everyone. She could ask her about Alex. In an offhanded sort of way. Oh, 
what difference did it make? He was married, and she knew that. There was 
obviously no future in this relationship anyway, so what was the difference? 

Vera calmed herself while she showered and felt better as she toweled 
herself dry. She felt fresh and the affair with Alex seemed a bit far off. 
She was back in school, with some work to do for two subjects, and it was 
better to do it on a Saturday night than to wait for Sunday. 

When Vera got to dinner, however, there was a buzzing around one table, and 
she was interested to know what they were talking about. 

"What is happening?" 

"Just heard about it. Not official, but pretty certain. A new girl coming 
in." 

"At this time in the school year? Why?" 

"Something about her parents moving away or something like that. Listen, 
it's not easy reading upside down!" 

It was then that Vera realized that the information was "official". That 
meant that someone had seen it on the desk of the registrar's office, but 
she wasn't supposed to have seen it. That's why there could be no 
confirmation. 

"Anyway, she's sixteen, so she'll be in the upper classes. But only a 
junior." 

So, two girls in one semester. And out of step' with the regular admissions. 
The girls had their own views about girls who were admitted during the term. 
Either they wanted to come badly enough that their parents had bribed the 
faculty, which was not difficult at all, or they were in some kind of 
trouble and their parents wanted to get them out of where they were. 

Everybody figured this was the case with Lucy Granger, since she didn't look 
that happy to be there. In fact, she looked downright unhappy by the third 
week at the school. Vera had nothing to do with her, but she had heard no 
bad rumors about her, and that was unusual. 

Susie Farren was the town crier. She got all the gossip and then made sure 
it was distributed. She was more interested in this kind of thing than 
school. She was a senior, but she would be going to a small college, with no 
future. She just didn't seem to care about school. 

Vera felt sorry for this Lucy. Now she would be talked about and made the 
butt of jokes. That didn't seem a very happy prospect. However, while she 
was having dinner, the conversation turned to Lucy. 

"Hey, isn't that a riot? Gallows got caught in her room and they made up 
this crazy story. I wonder what happened at the hospital. All I can say is 
that it had to be Lucy who thought that-one up. Gallows isn't that smart." 

The girls laughed and traded more comments about the situation. But Vera was 
beginning to pick up the tone of the comments. They weren't unfavorable. It 
was as if Lucy had become part of a sorority. She was no longer without an 
identity. 

Vera had not gone through all the stages in this school. She did not know 
of, nor appreciate the feelings about behavior or popularity in the school. 
She was learning what it was right now. 

From the talk at the table, some popular success was gained by some 
scandalous action, such as Lucy had engaged in today. Even though Vera knew 
of girls who were having affairs with boys, and some of the other teachers, 
no doubt, still they never talked about it, nor was there any contest that 
she was aware of. 

This was only part of the school that Vera knew nothing of. She was involved 
in her school work and her relationship with Alex Drysdale. That took about 
all of the time that she had available. 

From the talk around the room, Vera determined that Lucy was still at the 
hospital. They wanted to check her for head injuries. Her parents had to be 
contacted, and they were coming up to see her. The girls got hysterical 
about that bit and melted into laughter. 

Lucy was actually a bit upset about all of this. Mr. Gallows had long gone 
home, with a wink to her, and a bit of pressure on her hand. Lucy was 
sitting in a hospital bed, in a private room, very quietly, and a bit 
nervously. 

Mrs. Arthur informed Lucy that even though the doctors could find no 
immediate damage, they wanted to keep her overnight, at least, to determine 
if there were any latent problems. She was fine, they reassured her, and 
they had called her parents. 

About six o'clock, Lucy's phone rang. It was her mother. She sounded 
guilt-laden. 

"Darling, you are all right, aren't you? They said that you had a slight 
accident. Is that true?" 

"Oh, it's really dumb. I fell out of bed, and well. I got a little sick to 
my stomach, and they brought me to the hospital. That's it." 

Lucy still did not feel too kindly towards her mother. She preferred her 
father and was tempted to ask for him on the phone. Fortunately, her mother 
quickly relinquished the phone to Mr. Granger. He sounded worse. 

"Honey, please believe that we love you. Maybe we should never have sent you 
to that place. We'll be up to see you very soon, and well, we'll talk. 
Okay?" 

Lucy thought about that call now. She loved her father more, but she was 
glad that they both might rethink this whole rotten idea. She had to do what 
they said, since she was so young. For a little while longer, she would have 
to comply with what they said. Later on, it would be a different story. 

It was not difficult for Lucy to fall asleep that night. She was confused by 
what had happened, and a bit amused for a while. When the examinations got 
more serious, the humor went out of it for her, but she dared not tell the 
truth. Even though the hospital bed was not comfortable, she fell asleep 
quickly. 

The doctor came in about seven in the morning to see her. He was a young man 
and was very friendly with her. 

"How are you feeling this morning?" 

"Just fine, really." 

He took her pulse and looked into her eyes. Then, he flicked off his small 
pen light and smiled at her. 

"I think it's safe for you to go back to school. But, regulations say that 
we usually watch such an accident case for twenty-four hours. Why don't you 
just lounge around for the day." 

Lucy didn't want to stay at the hospital, but the doctor was cute and very 
nice, and she just couldn't give him a hard time. Anyway, what point was 
there to it? As the doctor was leaving, he turned and waved his finger at 
her, as if he were trying to remember something. 

"Oh, yes. There was a call from your parents. They seem like very nice 
people. They will be down today." 

Lucy had mixed feelings about their coming to see her. In one part of her, 
she wanted to run to them, cling to her father and ask him to take her home. 
However, the other part said that they had not wanted her and had sent her 
away. She would not come home just because she was in the Hospital and had 
an upper hand, they wanted her. They felt bad. Well, good for them. They 
deserved it. 

Then, too, there was this new feeling and possibility with Mr. Gallows. She 
had never experienced anything like him before. That first time with Timmy 
was really great, but it couldn't compare to Ed Gallows. Oh, the things that 
he had done to her. There would probably have been lots more if they hadn't 
fallen off the bed. 

About noontime, just after the meager lunch that Lucy had been served, she 
heard a racket at the door of her room. There were some voices and then, the 
door opened. Lucy anticipated seeing her parents, but instead, Roseann 
appeared. 

"Hey, how are you? They told me about your accident and since I convinced 
them that I was a good friend, they let me come and see you." 

"What are you doing here? Who told you? My parents?" 

"Hell, no. They wouldn't even talk to me. The school. Mrs. Arthur." 

"Why were you talking to Mrs. Arthur?" 

"I just got here this morning. That's when I found out about you." 

Lucy still was not grasping the meaning of Roseann's words. She could not 
imagine why Roseann had come to the school this morning. 

"Why didn't you ever write lately? I figured that you didn't care anymore." 

"Oh, don't be a slimoe. I had a little trouble convincing my folks about 
this place, but when I rode out to see it once, I figured that it wasn't so 
bad. I saw some of the teachers here." 

"You mean that you wanted to go to the school?" 

"Sure. But, you know what it's like. They had to send for some test scores 
or something, and it took a while. I finally convinced my parents to tell 
them that they were going away to the Orient and they would not take me with 
them, for my own safety." 

Lucy was laughing again, and she liked the sound of her own laughter. She 
had not laughed this way since she had left her home and Roseann. There was 
no reason to laugh here at school. Not yet, anyway. Roseann always managed 
something. 

"So, then, they finally agreed. The school, I mean. They said that they 
don't make it a habit of taking in students in mid-term. I guess that the 
story was pretty good, or else, the money that my father gave them worked. 
Something did." 

The truth of the matter was beginning to dawn on Lucy. She held her arms out 
to Roseann. They embraced in friendship and Roseann sat on the bed. 

"Are you all right? No broken head?" 

"No, I'm fine, and when we have some time and some privacy, I'll tell you 
the whole story." 

Lucy gave Roseann an exaggerated wink, and Roseann gave the "Okay" sign. 
Suddenly, this was a new world for Lucy. Her friend had kept her word, after 
all, and they were together again. The world would not be as bleak anymore. 

They talked for a while, and Roseann got down to specifics. 

"How are the prospects? Make any contacts yet?" 

"Well, that's part of yesterday's story. It's kind of complicated, but not 
that bad. You see, there was this man, you'll meet him in school, I guess.. 
. " 

Just then, the door opened and it was the nurse. 

"Lucy, you're parents are here. They wanted to know if you were awake before 
they came in. I'll tell them to come on in." 

"Oh, no! Uh, nurse, uh, please! Would you tell them to wait for a moment?" 

The nurse looked at Lucy with a puzzled look. But, Roseann was right there 
with the right words. 

"My friend hasn't seen her parents for some time, and she wants to fix her 
hair. If she looks pretty, they might want to take her home again. Very 
sad." 

Roseann said it with a straight face, and the nurse looked astounded, but 
convinced. 

"Sure, I'll tell them you're busy. Take your time." 

Lucy was snickering as the nurse closed the door, but she immediately became 
sober. 

"If my parents see you here, and find out that you go to this school, 
they'll die. They'll take me home, for sure. They'll figure that it is one 
way to keep us apart. That's the reason they sent me here in the first 
place." 

Roseann agreed with Lucy, but as she was about to go to the door, they heard 
voices. Lucy gestured towards the bathroom, and Roseann only just closed the 
door as Lucy's parents walked in. 

Mrs. Granger was a bit strained, but George Granger went right up to his 
girl and embraced her. 

"Hi, honey. How are you feeling?" 

"Oh, just fine, Daddy. I should be going back to school today." 

"I know, we spoke to the doctor. You're fine, thank goodness." 

Amanda Granger came closer to the bed, but she could not bring herself 
directly into the conversation. Something was holding her back. 

Lucy decided to be the first to communicate. 

"Hello, mother. You look very nice today." 

"Thank you, dear. I'm glad that you're better." 

"Is something wrong, Mom?" 

"No, nothing. It's just that we spoke with the doctors and they said that 
the fall was relatively insignificant. Was it necessary to come to the 
hospital?" 

The fire started in George Granger's eyes, as he comprehended the meaning in 
his wife's statement. He glared at her, and spoke very quietly. 

"I don't want to hear about anything like that. That is low and unworthy of 
you, Amanda." 

"Now, George, don't you think that your daughter is capable of pulling a 
stunt like this one? I do." 

Lucy was stunned by the words her mother was saying. She was beginning to 
understand what she was trying to say, and she was angered by it. 

"Mother, if you think that I faked this thing to get you here, you're wrong. 
Why would I do that?" 

"To make us feel terrible. To make us take you home. You are not happy here. 
You don't see that wonderful friend that you had. You hurt your father and 
me very much." 

"Amanda, if you say one more word, just one more syllable in front of this 
child, I will do something that I have never done before. I am very angry 
with you right now." 

Lucy could see her mother start to get upset, with the tears welling in her 
eyes. She had lost and Lucy had won a victory of sorts. Just then, however, 
Amanda Granger wanted to get out of the room, and she looked around for the 
bathroom. She headed for the blank wooden door, and Lucy felt her heart go 
cold. 

"Uh, it's not working. It is flooded." 

Her mother stopped for an instant, but she looked as though she didn't 
believe her. She had her hand on the door handle, and Lucy was desperate to 
stop her. 

"Really, Mom, I don't want to be gross, but there's everything on the floor. 
The John backed up and everything. I mean you know, shit, too." 

The disgust was clear on her mother's face qs she turned and walked out of 
the room. Lucy sighed silently and turned back to her father. However, he 
was making a move towards the bathroom. 

"Uh, Daddy, really, it's not working." 

"I'm just shocked that a hospital like this would allow something like this 
to go on. I will talk to the nurse about it." 

"Oh, please don't. They're doing all they can about it. The plumber is 
coming. I can walk, anyway, and I will be going back to school very soon." 

The word "school" caught her father's attention, and steered him back to 
Lucy, away from the bathroom. He sat on the side of the bed and took Lucy's 
hand in his. 

"Seriously, how are things going?" 

"Oh, it's okay. Just like I said before, I think it was a good idea." 

"I never believed you when you said that. I still don't." 

"Oh, Daddy, please, believe me. It was a little rough in the beginning, but 
it's okay now." 

"Look, I can handle your mother. I want you to be happy, too." 

"But, really, I am, Daddy. I'm getting to know some people here, and they're 
not that bad." 

"You don't seem wild anymore. Maybe this was enough to clear things up." 

Lucy felt her anger rising, even against her father. She had been accused 
and condemned without a trial. Well, she wasn't "wild." Not yet, that is. 

"Really, I am very pleased with everything the way it is. Vacation is soon 
enough, anyway." 

"Well, maybe you're smarter than I am, sugar. We'll have time to work this 
out then." 

"Yeah, sure, Daddy. Thanks for coming all this way. I feel just great. 
Seeing you was great, too." 

"Please, don't think that your mother doesn't love you. She does. She just 
has some problems that she can't get around." 

Lucy didn't want to think about her mother. She wanted to get back to 
Roseann and to this world, without her parents. To hell with her mother for 
now. She was not coming home to her. 

"Sure, Dad. I know. Tell her thanks for coming, will you?" 

"You're a great kid, Lucy. See you soon." 

Lucy kissed her father and watched him walk out of the room. She had to wait 
until it was all clear before going to Roseann. If they even suspected that 
she was at the school, they would whisk her home. Away from Evil Roseann. 

When Lucy opened the door, she did not see Roseann. She was puzzled until 
she looked behind the shower curtain. They laughed together about the ugly 
description Lucy had used to keep her mother away from the bathroom. 

"Come on. I am going to get dressed, and check out of here. Isn't someone 
coming from the school to pick me up?" 

"Yes, it's Mrs. Arthur. She said that she would give me a lift back with 
you." 

"We have to find some time to talk and get together. You're probably in the 
new building. I live in the old one. Damn. We won't be together." 

On the way back to the school, Lucy asked Mrs. Arthur if it was all right 
for Roseann to come up to her room. Just for a little while, to talk a bit. 
Mrs. Arthur agreed, saying that the school was satisfied that she was fine. 

Once they were alone, Lucy unraveled the truth about her "accident." 

"I was so scared when I heard them coming that I didn't know what to do. 
This was the best thing that I could think of." 

"Why did you go to the hospital?" 

"Well, I realized that there were these, well, the wetness on the bed, and 
all over me, too, and I couldn't let Miss Withers see that. I didn't want to 
get expelled." 

"What did you say?" 

"Nothing. I just slumped over and told her that I was a little sick. She 
figured that it was a head injury and that's how I got to the hospital. I 
felt so damn stupid." 

Roseann sat back and they laughed over the way that Lucy had covered her 
tracks. Lucy went into the details of how horny she had gotten, and the play 
that Mr. Gallows had made for her. She said that it was great. 

Strangely enough, now that Lucy had experienced some sexual activity, she 
was no longer too shy to talk about her feelings. She was very free with the 
details and her reactions to what had happened. It was easy to see that 
Roseann appreciated the change. 

"Wow. You've opened up a lot since you got rid of that cherry. You have 
really started to grow up." 

Lucy was very proud to have a compliment like that tossed at her from 
Roseann. She still respected her a great deal and was happy to be respected 
by her in return. 

Then it was time for Roseann to go to her room to get settled. Mrs. Arthur 
had prepared some sort of orientation for her, and it would take most of the 
afternoon that was left. 

Just before Roseann left, she pulled something from her blouse and tossed it 
to Lucy. Lucy took the compact package and looked up at Roseann. 

"What is this?" 

"It is only the best pack of French cards that I ever saw. Take a look." 

"Oh, Roseann, what am I going to do with them?" 

"Look at them, silly. But, be careful. They cost a lot and like I said, they 
are the best ones I've seen in a long time." 

After Roseann had closed the door, Lucy took the rubber band off the plain 
paper wrapper. She was aware of what Roseann called French pictures, but she 
had never seen anything that Roseann liked this much. 

As she flipped the first picture over, Lucy was shocked. A woman with her 
legs spread wide. Someone else was holding her pussy open, and everything 
was visible. Lucy turned to the next and her heart started to pound. 

It was a picture of a man about to thrust his phallus into a pert asshole. 
The ass cheeks were spread wide and the tip of the cock was gleaming with 
something on it. 

Lucy kept turning the pictures over, one at a time. She could feel her 
breath get a big gulp and she began to breath faster to get enough air. Then 
it happened again. Her panties got wet. The itch began. The one that said 
she was ready for a good fuck. 

Lucy knew that she should pull herself away from the French deck, but she 
was fascinated by what might come next. However, when she pulled the picture 
that was next over, she literally gasped. 

In the photograph, there was a woman straddling a man. This was a shot from 
the back, so that it was easy to see his cock sticking into her vagina. It 
was a big, thick, cock, and the balls were huge. 

However, the most exciting part of the picture was the fact that there was 
another man in the picture. He was shoving his dick into the woman's 
asshole, and the glossy photo showed the glistening cream on it. 

The next photo showed the man further inserted into the ass, and the woman 
up on the first cock. And, then, the next showed both men inside the woman 
very deeply. The final one, however, was the piece de resistance. It 
pictured both men coming on her ass, the white cream smeared all over the 
woman's buttocks. 

Lucy could not get the picture out of her mind. She had never thought about 
group sex before. Getting one boy near her was fast enough without wondering 
or worry about a whole lot of them. 

Lucy flipped through the rest of the pictures, but they were mild to her, as 
far as she was concerned. She went back to the small set of pictures and 
flipped through them over and over again. 

Lucy lay on her bed, trying to imagine what it might feel like with a man 
stuck way up her backside. The thought was so exciting that she dropped her 
hand to her crotch and rubbed, unconsciously. 

She thought about sitting on a man that way, and having someone fool with 
the forbidden place between her cheeks. She had never thought about it as 
far as sex was concerned, but now that she had seen the act, it made sense 
to her. 

Her hand stole under her panties and she found her clitoris. Lucy put the 
pictures in front of her, spread out on the bed, and looked at them while 
she masturbated. She imagined that she would feel the thick cock pressing 
into her and she rubbed faster and harder on her body. 

Lucy closed her eyes now, being able to sustain the feeling without looking 
at the pictures. She saw the action in her mind, and she was the woman in 
the middle. There was this handsome guy with a huge prick, shoving at her 
from behind while she sat on this other man. The two cocks were inside her 
then, and-she could feel the fantastic sensations. 

Her hands worked faster still, as the fantasy grew, and the cocks exploded 
in Lucy. They exploded the way that Timmy's and Mr. Callow's had in her. She 
felt the force of the ejaculation and rocked violently as the real feelings 
of her orgasm rocketed through her. 

Helpless in her orgasm, Lucy rolled on top of the pictures and frigged 
herself without pause until the last of the goodness was done. She 
languished in the feeling she had just experienced and thrust her finger 
into her vagina, just for good measure. She remembered what it was like when 
Ed Gallows was in there yesterday, and she wanted it again. 

Lucy broke out of the mood now, and packed the pictures up carefully. She 
liked them, too, and would want to look at them again. She was impressed by 
Roseann's taste in pornography and resolved to find out where one got such 
things. She never saw such pictures in the stores. 

Later that night, as Lucy was getting ready for bed, she reflected on how 
her life had changed in the past twenty-four hours. Instead of wanting to 
beg her parents to take her home, she had told them to go home without her, 
she was looking forward to a new and exciting life with Roseann at the 
school. 

It was difficult to distinguish between the happiest or most influential of 
the feelings running through Lucy. She was thrilled at having her friend 
back. Now life would be more exciting and really lots of fun. 

More than that, however, was the fact that Roseann had kept her word. She 
had not forgotten Lucy. That loomed large in Lucy's thoughts as she snuggled 
down into the slim bed. She could smile and be happy. Her friend had not 
forgotten her after all. 

Lucy could have no idea what would happen in the next few weeks, but she was 
certain about one thing. Everything would be better now thai she was with 
Roseann again. 

She put the French cards back in their wrapper, put the rubber band on them 
and hid them in the back Of her underwear draw. God, she thought to herself, 
if I can't even find a pan of underpants in there, no one will find the 
cards. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was absolutely amazing. No one was even aware of it as it happened. The 
faculty at Gerrard School for Girls was pleased that they had been able to 
save this girl from being in some horrible place when her parents went to 
the Orient. 

Of course, no one had ever asked what part of the Orient. Nevertheless, it 
was assumed that when Roseann Tunney said she had been saved by coming here, 
that it was true. She captivated the hearts of the faculty. Her way of 
asking them how they were was the first step. 

By the second week of Roseann's attendance at the school, Roseann was privy 
to relationships that many of the seniors did not enjoy. She went into the 
administrative offices in the school just to talk. She could go to the 
teachers without an appointment, and never asked for one. The usual rules 
did not apply for Roseann. 

The girls liked her. She was fun to be with and she was bright. She would 
always come up with something to break the boredom. The truth of it was that 
there was no boredom when one stayed around Roseann. She didn't allow it. 

When she met the teachers on Monday, Roseann had each sized up rather 
efficiently before the bell rang. She liked the look of Alex Drysdale, but 
she noticed that he did not look with the roving eye that she appreciated 
most. She liked someone who was free with his affection. She did not like 
ties on her. 

When she met Mr. Gallows, Roseann was astounded. She had never expected 
little Lucy to land such a man. However, the stories got around to her very 
soon, and she agreed that he was a lost cause for her. She liked men who 
appreciated her expertise. 

There were two men who caught her imagine. The athletic coach was one who 
seemed very eager for some sport. His name was Guy Welger and he was the 
picture of what everyone assumed such a person would look like. He had thick 
blonde hair and bulging muscles. 

More than the outline of his appearance, however, was the look in his eye. 
He worked with the girls when they were as undressed as any teacher would 
see them. Granted, in this very proper atmosphere, there might be quite a 
bit more than average gym uniforms, but it was less than the regular 
uniform. 

Roseann watched the way he looked at her when they were introduced. His eyes 
swept up and down her body, and as he was telling her that this was a lovely 
place to learn tennis and such, his eyes were glued to her bosom. Good sign, 
thought Roseann. 

Next, Mark Henner was a good possibility. He taught mathematics and he joked 
about learning that one and one make two in his class. Roseann could not 
help making a smart comment to test him, and he passed the test with flying 
colors. 

As they were talking about math, she simply fluttered her eyelashes and 
said, "I have learned, lately, that one and one can sometimes makes three, 
if one is not careful." 

The look was in her eye, and Mark Henner read it correctly. He raised his 
eyebrows and retorted. 

"You're very right, Roseann. However, one learns care. That's part of the 
course, too." 

Oh, yes, this was going to be a good semester. Whatever was left of it. As 
Mr. Henner walked away, she watched his medium frame and wondered how big 
his cock was. He might have a good one. You couldn't always tell by looking 
at a guy. Why, one boy she had known was very deceiving in that respect. He 
was over six feet tall and his dick measured only three inches. Nonetheless, 
it still worked nicely. 

Lucy wasn't aware of it, but she and Roseann spent much more time together 
than did any other pair of lower and upper classmates. It was considered an 
elevation when one reached the junior year and moved over to the newer 
residence. Lower students were not allowed in the residence, but that did 
not stop Roseann from inviting Lucy to her room. 

Lucy felt a bit strange at first, but when no one said anything, she became 
a regular at both dorms. Roseann had a reason for inviting Lucy to her room. 
She wanted to show her the things that she had brought with her. 

"You see, now that you've joined the ranks, you can appreciate these things 
a bit more." 

She then proceeded to bring out her array of implements and objects. She had 
several boxes of condoms. One box was in Day-Glo colors. They had a ball 
pulling one out and stretching it over the dildo that Roseann unpacked next. 

Roseann picked up the rubber dildo and commented very seriously. 

"A dildo with a rubber on it reminds me of someone who wears a hat on top of 
a wig. There's nothing to protect against in either case." 

They laughed as they looked at the rest, the photos, large and small, books 
that Roseann recommended as pretty good. There were some jars of cream, and 
Roseann explained that this one was when you wanted a guy to last a long 
time. 

"There's an anesthetic in it. I found out from a guy who used it. He was a 
pharmacist." 

"This one is just for kicks. Sometimes, it's fun just to jack a guy off." 

"You mean make him come in your hands?" 

"Yeah. Then, you put some of this stuff on, and it is supposed to feel 
really great to the guy." 

Lucy was interested, but she was consumed with the desire to be fucked. She 
could not forget the feeling of that giant cock in her pussy, and she wanted 
that more than anything. Still she got a kick out of looking at the 
different things, and they shared a good laugh over the dildo. 

Lucy wasn't laughing that hard, however. It was the one thing she was 
interested in besides the rubbers. Roseann convinced her that they were 
necessary to keep having fun without the worry. 

But the dildo. That was something special. It was a fake cock. If she could 
get one for herself, that would be great. She could use it anytime that she 
wanted to be fucked. It would sure be better than her fingers. 

"Where could I get one of these things, Ro?" 

"You want one of these?" 

"Yeah. It should be good when there's no one else around." 

"Okay. Why don't you take it? I'll get another one." 

"No, I don't want to take your dildo. Just tell me how to get one." 

"Look, Lucy, you know a lot, but not that much. I'll get one for myself. You 
take this one." 

Lucy left happy, her secret treasure under her blouse. She had a strange 
desire to carry it in her drawers, but she figured that it might fall out, 
and that would be terrible. 

With the school at her disposal, it wasn't difficult for Roseann to go 
wherever she chose to. Since she was a junior, she had one free period a 
day, and no one ever caught Roseann in the library. 

The chemistry of the place was right for what happened. The girls were 
involved with their own pranks, and a good number of them were involved with 
boys and men. Almost everyone of the teachers had a girl or girls from the 
school that he was banging. 

The girls liked Roseann, and they crowded around her for the funny stories, 
and later, when she decided it was time, the pictures and the books. The 
girls respected her for the way she got her way. She never alienated anyone. 

The school, however was beginning to change. The girls got more involved 
with literature of a more basic nature, and it wasn't uncommon for two or 
three girls in the English class to be hiding pocketbooks during the class, 
and reading them. 

Roseann was careful that the books were never out of her control after 
school. She did not want them to be borrowed and then lost. They were books 
that she liked to read, and she didn't want to have them confiscated. 

No one minded the way that she programmed the books. She was very honest 
about her feeling on loaning out her books. 

"You can have 'Hot Balls' when Sally is finished with it, and then I get a 
turn at it again. I like that one especially." 

There was a more basic feeling around the entire establishment. One of the 
female faculty found one of the books, but she did not report it. She read 
it during her lunch break, and returned it to the spot where she had found 
it. After that, Roseann made sure that there was always a book circulating 
in this area. 

At first, Roseann did this to be friendly, but as soon as everyone was 
hooked on reading the books, she began her strategy. 

"Well, these books are expensive. I have to pay premium price for them. If 
everyone pays a slight rental charge, say five cents a book, I can get more 
books." 

No one questioned that, and they eagerly paid the nickel that was raised to 
a dime almost immediately. 

"My source just informed me of a price increase. Can't be helped." 

The weekends were fun, but there was more involvement with drinking and 
partying. Roseann was soon privy to the apartment that was used for 
rendezvous and was invited to use it without contribution to the rent. Even 
Vera could not find fault with that. 

Roseann was handling the situation very nicely. After the third day at the 
school, she decided that she had been out of action long enough. Why, the 
last time she had any was on the night before she left home. That had been 
four days ago. 

She decided that Mark Henner would be a prime target for the first 
expedition. During her math class, she frowned and fretted over one problem, 
and asked if she could come back for a lesson later on. 

"Why, of course. When is your free period?" 

"After lunch, which means that it really is two free periods." 

"Oh, yes, I see what you mean." 

"Why don't we go out on the grounds and learn in the spring air?" 

"Lovely. I will meet you under the large elm tree." 

Roseann went down to the kitchen and asked for two large roast beef 
sandwiches and some fruit, and the women wrapped them up for her. They 
assumed that it was for the faculty. No one ever asked and Roseann just 
didn't volunteer the information. Anyway, one of them was for the faculty. 

Roseann ran back to her room on her way to the elm tree. She got the bottle 
of red wine that she had brought with her. She liked to have some with her 
lunch and had not had any since she left home. 

When they met at the tree, Mark Henner had a blanket under his arm. 

' It might still be damp on the ground. I mean, it might distract us while I 
am trying to teach you that solution." 

The repast was set out and though he blinked at the bottle of wine, Mark 
opened the screw-top bottle. They had a quick lunch, and lingered with the 
wine. It was strong and took effect rather quickly. 

Roseann did not waste any time after that. She was horny and wanted some 
action. She was lying on her side, facing Mark. She noticed that there was a 
view from the school office window of this tree. 

"Can we get to someplace on the grounds where there is no view?" 

"The other side of the tree. You wouldn't believe it. The bark is so fat and 
the branches obstruct the view." 

They quickly went round to the other side of the tree, and as they were 
rearranging the blanket and such, Roseann brushed against Mark. She felt the 
outline of his penis and it was growing as she felt it. 

They were in each others' arms then. Mark grabbed the perky girl, and 
crushed his lips against hers. Immediately, her tongue forced its way 
through his lips and she signaled her desire for him. 

Mark's hands were roaming all over her, and she loved it. The uniform was a 
bit bulky, but he went inside the jacket and got inside the blouse. He 
squeezed her breasts and kneed her crotch. Roseann rubbed herself on his 
knee. She was hot for some cock, and she did not choose to wait. 

"Come on, let's get to it." 

Mark was shocked at her forward actions, but he let her unzip his pants and 
fish around for his cock. She had him functionally naked in just a moment, 
and held onto the thick shaft eagerly. 

"Oh, he looks nice. I thought that you'd be nice, like this. Wow, it's 
great." 

Actually, he wasn't bad at that. There was a good seven inches of cock to 
deal with, and better yet, it was thick, very thick. She rubbed along the 
shaft and pulled the skin very taut as she did so. 

"Oh, I can hardly wait for him to be there." 

She put a very strong accent on the word "there," and Mark took his cue. He 
went under her skirt and pulled her panties down, so that she was free of 
them. 

Fortunately for the advancement of the course "Sexual Intercourse," the 
school still required stockings. They did not want pantyhose worn, and all 
of the girls wore garter belts. With slips, of course, but no thin flimsy 
ones. 

Roseann kicked off her heavy shoes and spread her legs. She was signaling to 
Mark that it was time to play very seriously. She closed her eyes as he 
rubbed around on her clitoris. 

However, his touch was more teasing than satisfying, and she could wait no 
longer. 

"Let's lie down for a bit, and see if they fit together." 

Of course, she was being facetious and Mark laughed when she smiled as she 
said it. He was quite excited himself, and he could feel the blood throbbing 
through his penis. 

"Just make sure that we're in line with the bark of the tree, and it's all 
okay." 

They slid to the blanket, and Roseann went down with her legs wide open. She 
was longing to have that big dick shoved in her, and there was no substitute 
for that. 

She reached for his cock again, and this time, she nosed the tip against her 
puffed lips. The wetness was chilling her in the spring air, but it was 
titillating nonetheless. 

Mark realized what she was doing, and he proceeded to become even more 
excited than he was. This girl merely wanted to be fucked with his cock, and 
she made no bones about it. There was no pretense. He liked that. He liked 
to fuck a lot, himself, and this attitude that they shared saved time for 
action. 

"I'm glad to see that you're an action gir! 

We can get a lot in, in our time. 

"Just get your cock in this time. We'll worry about later, afterwards." 

Roseann squeezed his veined cock for emphasis and Mark moaned with the 
extreme pleasure that he was feeling. He took over from there, and took hold 
of his own cock. He made sure that it was directly in the center of his mark 
and then gave a great shove. He pushed again, and Roseann wrapped her legs 
around his back. 

"I like it better that way. Better penetration." 

It was more like a comment on the technique, much as one comments on why one 
prefers black socks to white socks. Just the same, Roseann continued with 
her actions and she heaved herself higher on his cock as she did so. She was 
very hot to get all of it in, and right now, only half of the thick monster 
was home. 

Mark grabbed hold of her cheeks and thrust deeply into her. He rammed most 
of his thickness into her, and they groaned together. The pleasure was 
intense and welcomed. 

"Oh, you keep doing that and I'm going to make it right away. I've needed 
this." 

Mark did not waste his time replying. He shoved again, and this time he made 
it all the way. He felt the wet and tight sheath tighten even further on 
him. She was working her well trained muscles over his cock and giving him a 
ride. 

The pair fucked steadily on the blanket, the only sounds being those of 
their bodies slapping together, and the squish of their juices mingling. 
Roseann was very intent on getting off and she was totally involved with the 
wonderful feeling of a cock inside her. 

"I swear, I should never let it go for this long. I can't get enough of it 
when I start again." 

Roseann was commenting on her very agitated state to Mark and he could only 
nod in response. His response was more to the effect of stroking faster and 
harder. He could feel the sensations around his cock and it seemed to him 
that this little firebomb was going to go off any second. 

"You say when, hon." 

"You'll know when it's 'when'. " 

"Okay, from here on its your game." 

Roseann liked hearing the words, and she concentrated on the flesh sawing in 
and out of her. It was awakening every fiber in her body, and she liked the 
tactile exercise. It was making her more aware of the thrill that was 
beginning to strike her nerve endings. 

She lapsed into a selfish pattern of rocking on his cock, rotating herself 
over and over it, getting every bit she could. 

"Oh, I hope you can take it, because this is something that I like to do. 
Especially when it's been a while since I've had it." 

Mark was trying to hold onto himself, and remain calm, but she was getting 
so active with him that it was difficult. He slowed his pace, but that only 
made her increase her movements. 

Fortunately, Roseann realized that they did not have that much time for more 
than this if she lingered, and she forced herself to concentrate on coming. 
She had been ready since he had first penetrated her, but she was too 
selfish to let go then. 

"Okay, let's go to it. For good." 

Roseann gave him the word, and Mark adjusted his hands underneath her. He 
got a tighter hold on her and began to thrust hard and fast. He pistoned his 
hips to get way inside her, and when his balls started to slap against her 
firm ass, he knew that he was going to make it rather quickly. 

Roseann climbed even higher on his cock and rotated her body over it, too. 
She could feel the electric sparks shooting through her, and then, just one 
more, and she made it. 

"Oh, damn it! Drive it home!" 

As she came, Roseann became wilder than she had been and forced Mark into 
his own orgasm. The forceful contractions that he was experiencing around 
his penis were more than he could stand. 

The heat was surfacing for him, and then, he was giving her the balm that 
she required of him. He shoved higher into her and deposited all the sweet 
treasure he had for her that day. 

The milky fluid was being forced out of him onto the both of them as they 
moved frantically in the heat of the climax. Roseann had him by the 
shoulders and even through his jacket and shirt, her nails were making marks 
on him. She was wild until the last tingle of feeling died in her, and Mark 
was spent entirely. As she relaxed her grip on him and let her legs fell to 
the blanket, she smiled up at 

"You really know how to fuck. This should be most pleasant. Learning what 
you teach, The wine made Mark a bit sleepy, however, and he was falling into 
a light slumber. Her own sense of timing was dulled a bit by the wine, and 
they lay there still coupled for a 

It was fortunate that when the class came out to play soccer, that Coach 
Welger blew his whistle. It was sharp and shrill, and woke the two of them 
instantly. 

"What, what's going on?" 

Mark was a bit disoriented, but Roseann recovered quickly. 

"Shit. We fell asleep, and the gym period has started. Get up." 

Mark rolled over and zipped his pants as he lay on the ground. The girls 
were still on the school side of the giant tree and they had not seen them 
yet. Roseann thought quickly. She saw an opportunity, and straightened 
herself. She left her panties off. 

"You go back with the books. I'll wait until you're in the building before I 
walk out of here." 

Mark Henner didn't argue. He was caught up in her charisma, too, and did not 
question her directions. He straightened himself and blew her a kiss. 

"Lovely afternoon, nonetheless." 

He walked away, calmly and without care. When he got abreast of the gym 
class, he waved to Mr. Welger and the coach waved back. So much done, now, 
only to wait for the rest. 

Roseann watched from her shelter as Guy Welger started the girls in a game 
of soccer. He put the ball in the middle and kicked it out onto the playing 
field. The girls started to move and yell, and some dodged the ball 
entirely, in fear of being kicked, if too close to the ball. 

As the girls played, the teacher took a position on the side lines and made 
it look as though he was watching their form at the game. Well, it was true 
that he was watching form, but it was the one inside their clothes that he 
was interested in. 

The whole game was getting closer to where Roseann was sitting, and had it 
not been for the safely of the tree, the teacher would have spotted her long 
before now. However, she was quite close to him and since she was watching 
him rather closely, the magnetism of her stare caught him. 

He turned to where she was sitting, and she waved at him. He looked at the 
girls and then came over to where she was. 

"How are you enjoying the school, Miss Tunney?" 

"Oh, I'm getting to like it better every day." 

"That's something that a teacher likes to hear. It's nice to see the girls 
involved in what they are doing. Liking it that way." 

Roseann spotted his chief fault immediately. He liked to think that he could 
talk glibly. Instead, a group of words came out that didn't hang together 
very well. It seemed obvious that his talent lay more in his brawn than 
brain. 

That was no matter to Roseann. She was looking only for action, and usually, 
muscles and sports meant a better body. Athletes could fuck for hours, she 
had heard. What a nice way to find out. Actual experience. 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Welger, I know that I'm going to really like your class. You 
manage the girls so well." 

"Oh, thank you. I feel that it is my job to see that the games are played 
the right way to insure that they learn the game and the fairness. You 
know." 

"Sure. Like I said before. You do your stuff very well." 

Roseann made sure that she flexed her back muscles and thrust her chest 
forward to a point where he couldn't avoid it. He didn't want to, either. He 
noticed the boobs in front of his face and just stared. He wasn't very 
clever at covering his preoccupation. 

"Uh, Mr. Welger, do you have a moment? I would like to ask you something." 

"Of course. What is it?" 

"Well, I think that I strained my shoulder. I can't move my arm any more 
than this. See?" 

Roseann rotated her arm and shoulder back, thrusting her chest into his 
face. Then she moaned at a certain spot and feigned the inability to flex it 
further. 

"Oh, it hurts terribly when I do that. Do you think you could do something 
for me? Massage or something?" 

Guy Welger's eyes were fairly popping from his head. He was totally lost in 
her bosom, and seemed not to have heard what she said. Roseann looked down 
to his pants and saw that there was a bulge there. Wonderful. 

"If you could only help me. Like, maybe you could grab hold of this part and 
rotate it like this." 

Roseann put his hand on her upper arm and held it there. Then she began to 
rotate her arm so that his hand brushed hard against her breast. She made 
the pressure as much as she could and watched his face get redder and 
redder. His pants were straining. 

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Welger. That feels so much better, really. Mmmmm." 

Roseann watched him try to speak, but he couldn't manage it. She kept up her 
movements and edged closer to him all the time. In another moment, she was 
right up close to him. Her leg was touching his pants, and she "tripped" and 
fell against the hard pouch. 

"Oh, oh, uh, I think that's all, uh, I.. . " 

Welger was totally unhinged from the contact. Roseann pressed her thigh 
against his pants and felt a sizeable cock through the clothes. She was 
dying to see what it looked like without anything covering it. 

Though she knew that she would have to let go of him very soon, Roseann was 
loathe to do so. She was still rather hot from the first encounter with Mark 
Henner. That was an appetizer for her. She wanted more, and oven more after 
that. 

Roseann was fully up against him now, and she lingered a moment longer, just 
to get his eye. 

"I hope that you can teach me some things that I'm slow in learning." 

"I'd be happy to." 

His voice was squeaking and Roseann enjoyed what she had done to him. She 
pressed her knee between his legs and ground against his cock. 

"I mean, it might mean extra time for you. I can be very slow, sometimes." 

"Oh, that would be fine, just fine." 

Roseann knew that she had to get back in school, and so she decided that 
this had been enough for the first time with Welger. She would have loved to 
have fucked with him right there, but there wasn't the time. 

Instantly, Roseann let go of his hand and pulled herself away from him. His 
hard-on seemed enormous, pressing against his pants. Roseann allowed herself 
a last look before she picked up her books and started to leave. As she did 
so, she spoke to the coach. 

"Oh, you did wonders for my shoulder. I bet you could do even better for 
some other parts of me." 

The last time she looked at Welger, he was swinging on the tree branch, and 
the girls had stopped their game to watch what he was doing. He started 
yelling something about spontaneous athletics and gymnastics being the most 
helpful, and Roseann laughed to herself. 

This was a lovely school, and it was getting better all the time. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Each time that Lucy saw Mr. Gallows, in class, she tried to act very casual. 
She was dying to get at him all the time, but she succeeded in not 
mentioning anything during class time. It had been a while since they had 
been together. 

As the bell rang, however, she walked up to him. She spoke softly, but in a 
very determined way. 

"When can we get together again. I want it." 

"Uh, well, I don't know. Soon, you can be sure." 

"I am sure, and it will be real soon. I won't wait for it. You don't want me 
saying anything about what has happened in my room, do you?" 

"Lucy, you're blackmailing me, aren't you." 

"I suppose so, but I don't care. When and where?" 

"Uh, why don't you come back here after your last class, and I will have 
figured out a time and place." 

"I'll be here." 

Lucy spent the rest of the day thinking about being with Ed Gallows. She 
still thought about the things that he had done to her. and she wanted to do 
more of it. One of the pictures that Roseann had given her was a picture of 
a man licking a woman, and then, one of a woman licking and sucking a man. 
That looked good to her. 

Lucy decided to mention that one action to Ed when she saw him that 
afternoon. She wanted to try something like that, and it seemed right. He 
had done it to her and she loved it. He would like it too, she was sure. She 
would have to ask him. 

Though Lucy still had the pictures, she hadn't looked at them all day. She 
was carrying them with her, to give back to Roseann, when she saw her. Their 
class schedules were not alike, and they did not spend much of the day 
together. 

After lunch, however, Lucy wanted to take a look at them, and she stopped in 
one of the empty classrooms. She took them out and managed to take a quick 
look at each one of them. Yes, she would tell Ed about what she wanted to 
try with him. 

When the school day ended, Lucy raced to Mr. Gallows classroom. She was 
eager to make it with him today. However, when she got there, he was gone. 
There was a note on his desk that read very briefly: 

"I cannot manage anything today. Will speak with you tomorrow for afternoon 
meeting. Very brief, but definite." 

Mr. Gallows had not signed the note. It was a very general message and could 
be taken to mean anything to anybody. But. she knew it was for her. The 
bastard. 

All day, Lucy had been thinking about meeting with him. She had taken for 
granted that it would be all right for today. Damn, now she would have to 
wait for another day. Damn, damn! 

Lucy walked out and ran up to her room. She was angry, and she wanted to do 
something. She would take a walk before she started to work on her homework. 
Damn how the hell was she supposed to concentrate when she was distracted by 
her very real needs? 

She changed her clothes. She wanted to throw on a pair of jeans, but that 
was not allowed. She chose a short skirt and a sweater, and she fairly ran 
back down the stairs. For some reason, she took the French deck with her. 
She thought about trying to see Roseann, and then she would give them back 
to her. 

The sun was shining, and the wind was soft. It was a lovely afternoon, and 
just the feeling of being outside calmed Lucy somewhat. But that nagging 
kept at her. She was angry with Mr. Gallows, and it was a mixture of sexual 
frustration and scorn. 

As she got to the stone wall in one part of the grounds, she noticed someone 
walking a bit away from her. She had no desire to talk to anyone just then, 
and so, she hunched down against the wall, pouting all the time. 

The place was quiet, though there were occasional shouts from the tennis 
court. This was the day that there was a play-off between the best students 
in the class. It could draw quite a crowd, depending on who was playing, and 
that might account for the emptiness of the rest of the grounds. 

Lucy sat there, a bit chilled from the grass and stone, but she did not want 
to get up. She was playing with the pack of pictures in her hand. They were 
bound and wrapped securely, so that even if they fell out, no one would know 
what they were. 

More from boredom, curiosity, Lucy opened the pack again. She shuffled 
through the pictures and spent more time with the group sex scene than she 
ever had before. She liked looking at the two cocks in that one woman. It 
excited her, and since she was on a hair trigger, she slipped her hand down 
to her crotch, applying pressure. 

Instantly, an intense feeling of pleasure flooded her. She was hot. She 
touched herself again, but she didn't get the same reaction, and for a 
moment, she was confused. She liked the feeling, and she continued to play 
with herself. 

She got interested in the pictures once again, and the fantasy world that 
they brought up to her. She saw the whole scene in her mind again, and the 
two cocks were now thrusting into her. Again, she felt the intense pleasure 
when she touched herself. 

Then she caught onto the rhythm of her body's reactions. She was getting 
good at fantasizing for a while, and then, touching herself to bring about 
that wonderful feeling. 

Lucy was very absorbed in what she was doing, and did not hear the person 
come up behind her. The stone wall was about waist height, and she was 
sitting against it. She was visible to someone on the other side of the wall 
only if the person looked over. "Hi." 

Lucy was so startled that she threw her hand up in the air. The hand that 
was holding the pictures. They flew all over the grass, and she scurried to 
recover them. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you." 

Lucy did not know who she was talking to yet, but her first reaction was to 
get to the pictures first. 

"Oh, no, that's all right. I'll do it, thank you." 

The young man was over the wall, and he was on his knees, picking up one of 
the photographs. He stopped, as Lucy had feared, and looked at it. He looked 
at it for a long time, and then, when he looked up, his face was red. 

"These are some pictures. Where did you get them?" 

Lucy was looking at a very nice young man. He was about sixteen or 
seventeen. He was dressed in slacks and a jeans jacket. His hair was light 
brown, and he was really an attractive young man. 

"Oh, I, well, I found them." 

"I wish I knew where. I'd like to find some for myself. They're great." 

The boy did not try to stand up, and Lucy guessed that he might be excited. 
She felt wild and wanton, and suddenly, she figured that she might score 
with him. 

"Who are you?" 

"I'm Alfred Wimpleton Maybury, III. I'm your next-door neighbor." 

"I'm Lucy Granger. I've only been here for a little while." 

"I know, I've seen you around since, when, February, middle about?" 

"Yes. How did you know?" 

"Well, I do like to get to know the neighbors, but all these girls arc a bit 
too much to handle." 

They laughed and Lucy felt herself relax. He was easy to talk to, this 
Alfred. 

"What do people call you?" 

"Oh, it depends. On who they are. My parents call me Alfie, some of my 
friends call me that too, and my other relatives call me Alfred." 

"I didn't think that anyone lived next to the school. I don't know why I 
never thought about it, though. It seemed kind of natural." 

"Oh, sure. It was great. When my younger uncle was growing up, he loved to 
come here. He would try to make it with all the girls that he could get to 
talk to him." 

Again, they laughed and then they both sat down against the wall. 

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a while." 

"No." 

Alfred still had the pictures in his hand. He looked anxious to see the 
others and Lucy felt abandon in her soul. 

"Want to see the rest of the deck?" 

"Yes, I would. Do you mind?" 

"No, but you have to be careful. They well, they belong to someone that I 
know." 

"So, you didn't just find them, did you?" 

"Hell, no. These are very exclusive pictures. They're the best ones that I 
have ever seen." 

Lucy copied Roseann's mannerism for this, and she was pleased when Alfred 
seemed to be impressed by it. He looked through the pack, and his eyes 
widened with each new one. 

"Wow! These are unbelievable. I've never seen anything like them." 

"Yes, they are good, aren't they?" 

It was also obvious that as he looked at the pictures, he was getting very 
excited again. He had wanted to make conversation when he saw Lucy sitting 
by the wall, but he had no idea that she was looking as such provocative 
stuff. 

Lucy was getting excited, herself, just watching his reaction. She was still 
feeling the effects of her lack of activity, and she wanted something to 
fill its place. She was tempted to say something to him to get something 
going. but she didn't know what to do or say. 

Alfred solved the problem for her. He was getting too hot to remain 
friendly. He started to look at Lucy in a different way. She would see that 
he probably wanted to get off, just jerk off, but she wouldn't let him do 
that. 

"Hey, you always look at this kind of thing, Lucy?" 

"Not always, but I like them." 

"But, don't they get you kind of, well, I mean, don't they turn you on?" 

He was practically gasping out his words. It was as though the ability to 
communicate shrunk as his cock grew. 

"Oh, sure they turn me on. I usually masturbate when I look at them." 

"I don't see how you could look at them without getting really hot. Do you 
want to do what they're doing in the picture?" 

"Do you feel that way, I always do." 

"Oh, yeah. I'd love to do what they're doing." 

"Do you think that we could try it." 

"Oh, well, I guess so, but, I.. . .sure, we could." 

Alfred was excited, but he didn't know this girl well at all. In fact he did 
not know more than her name and that she carried around a French deck. But, 
his cock wanted more than indecision. 

Lucy wanted to feel his cock in her hand. She would even lick it just like 
in the picture. She was so hot that she was pressing something that she 
would never have insisted on if she had been less needy. 

"Look, I don't know you, and you don't know me. All I know is that I want to 
do something very bad. What do you think?" 

Lucy had been honest and open with him, and it had a favorable effect on 
Alfred. He stopped being skeptic and agreed that they would do something 
together. 

"Well, we can't do it here. I mean, anyone a walking by could see us." 

"Well, where should we go? You know this place better than I do." 

"Me? I don't go to school here. You do." 

"Well, look, why don't we hop over the wall? Is there some kind of shelter 
on your property?" 

"Oh, sure. I should have thought about it. Yes, come on." 

They stood up and climbed over the wall. Lucy made sure that no one was 
looking, because, technically, she was off the school property without 
permission. On the other side of the wall, there were full trees and some 
bushes, and Lucy got excited just thinking about the fact that they could be 
naked without anyone seeing them. 

"Hey, let's go behind that place. Where the bushes are." 

Alfred led the way and in only a moment, they were in a secluded area, in 
the shade of a large tree limb that had apparently seen better days. It was 
a perfect hideout, nevertheless. 

Once they were there, however, Lucy didn't know how to begin. They didn't 
really care about each other. They didn't know one another, but there didn't 
seem any other way to start but by kissing. Then, Lucy had an idea. She 
started talking about what the people were doing in the pictures. 

"You know, I'd love to know what it feels like to be licked that way." 

"Yeah. It looks great." 

"And, when that woman is sucking on that guy's prick, isn't that really 
wild?" 

She could sec the effect on Alfred. He was beginning to breathe hard, and he 
looked uncomfortable. 

"There's that picture when those two guys are giving it to that one girl. Is 
that something that you might like? Would you like to shove your cock into 
someone like that?" 

"Oh, come on. You're driving me crazy!" 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I want to make sure that you like what is going on in the 
pictures, that's all." 

"Of course I like it. I'm not crazy." 

"Oh, gee. I just thought of something." 

"What's that?" 

"Oh nothing." 

"What? Come on." 

"Well, do you know how to do it?" 

Alfred looked at her, and his eyes were bright with anger. He had taken the 
bait. 

"Just wait, you little.. .I'll show you." 

With that, Alfred unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. He had a nice 
one and Lucy was glad that she had insulted him into some action. At least 
she was looking at it. That was good. 

He came at her, and roughly pulled her panties down. He fumbled a bit, since 
he didn't lift up her skirt to do this. He was moving blindly underneath the 
short cloth, and though he managed it well enough, it wasn't smooth. 

Lucy was delighted. She lay on the grass where she fell as he pushed her in 
his effort to get closer to her. His cock was big and it was throbbing from 
all the things she was saying to entice him. 

He got on top of her, and this time, he pulled her skirt up. He did not know 
where he was going by touch alone. He looked down at her curly hair and she 
could see his temperature rising even further. 

Lucy let him do what he wanted to do, but she was sorely tempted to grab 
hold of his cock and give it a little squeeze. She decided that she could 
lead him to her pussy, but she would have to be careful how she did it. She 
had already insulted him. 

Lucy parted her lips with her fingers, and held the pink flesh open for him. 
When he saw the tight opening that was his to penetrate, he lost any reserve 
that he had. He fumbled and finally fitted the head against the area that he 
had to take. 

Lucy was thrilled when she felt the first stab. It went into her so nicely, 
that she was tempted to grab hold of him and drive herself higher. She lay 
back, instead, and let him do it. 

His dedication and desire made up for his lack of experience, and Lucy loved 
the way he was making love to her. He shoved into her with more force than 
anyone had used with her, even Timmy. 

He was out to fuck her, and make her eat her words. Did he know how to do 
it? Why that was like slapping his face. What a way to talk to someone you 
have only just met. He would show her. 

Alfred was straining now. He had hit bottom with her, and they were writhing 
on the grass. Lucy had forgotten about not wanting to make him angry, and 
she was thrusting her hips up against him to get more from him. She was 
enjoying the fantastic feelings going through her. She had been horny 
before, but now, she was uncontrollable. The better sensations were 
beginning to break inside her and she could not afford not to pay attention 
to each trickle of goodness. 

Then, Alfred put on a burst of speed, and she guessed that he was about to 
come. He thrust into her madly and kept up an unbelievable pace for some 
minutes. Then he clenched his teeth, and shot her full of the precious 
juice. 

He was jerking wildly on top of her, and he ground his cock into her tight 
crevice. The splash of semen added to the sensations for both of them, and 
Alfred let out a shriek of pleasure. 

"Oh, damn it! Oh, what a cunt!" 

Lucy was totally absorbed in her feelings, and she rode him hard until the 
final stroke that turned the key. She threw herself into the orgasm and did 
not stop moving until the last strains of feeling were wiped out. 

They were both panting and gasping for breath. They had been spent entirely 
when they fell on top of each other. Alfred was the first to recover, and he 
got up quickly, stuffing his penis back into his pants very quickly. He 
seemed rather embarrassed. 

Lucy lay there with her skirt up over her chest, but when she saw the look 
in his eyes, she arranged herself properly. Or as best she could. She 
retrieved her panties, and turned around to put them on. 

This bothered her. She didn't want to be ashamed of what she wanted to do. 
There was nothing wrong with fucking, and she did not feel bad about it. 
True, they were actually strangers, but that was over. 

"Look, don't start acting like this was something terrible." 

"Uh, I better be getting home. I have something to do. Uh, I'll help you 
over the fence." 

She was being sent home, and she didn't like it. Her anger was rising, and 
it seemed a silly way to end something that was very pleasurable. She turned 
towards the wall, making sure to take the pictures with her. She turned them 
inside so that no one would see what they were. After the fact, even she 
didn't care to look at them, especially. Too much was too much, after all. 

"Don't bother helping me. I can make it on my own." 

Lucy did not look back as she hopped over the stone wall. She was almost 
over the wall when the tip of her shoe caught the stone and she landed on 
her chin. 

She yelled as she went down, and for the moment, she was stunned. There was 
a pain in her head, and as she collected herself, there were aches and pains 
all over her body. 

It was some time before she could manage to move a bit, but she noticed that 
there was a constant pain in the arm under her. That was the hand in which 
she was holding the pictures. 

Lucy struggled to her feet. She took one step, then another, but the earth 
was coming back up at her. As she crashed into it, the only thing she felt 
was the pain in her arm grow sharper. 

As the sun went down, the earth got colder and Lucy finally woke again, from 
the chill she was feeling. She did not know how long she had been 
unconscious, but she tried to drag herself up again. She was still very 
weak, and she did it very slowly. She realized that no one would really hear 
her from where she was. They were inside by now. 

Just then, however, she saw someone driving by on the outer road. The car 
was very far away, and there was little chance that the driver would spot 
her, but she waved one arm, the good arm frantically while she called out. 

"Help! I'm hurt. Help!" 

The car drove on by, and Lucy started to become frightened. She was cold and 
wanted to be inside. She could not move one arm, and the pain was getting 
worse as she regained consciousness. 

Try as she did, Lucy could not maneuver. She knew that she would have to 
wait for some help. She was beginning to cry, from the frustration and the 
fear when she saw someone coming towards her. The figure was running, and 
Lucy fell back onto the grass. 

It was Roseann. She ran over with a flashlight in her hand. She tried to 
wake Lucy, but it was impossible. Lucy was in shock, and she could not come 
awake. 

"Lucy! What's the matter?" 

No answer. 

"Lucy, did someone hurt you? What happened?" 

Roseann saw the pictures in Lucy's hand, and took them back. She put them 
into her blazer jacket. Whatever had happened, Lucy had held onto the 
pictures. She stood up and waved the flashlight at the school. Roseann had 
made arrangements for one of the girls to call for help if they needed it. 

Roseann had become worried when she tried to find Lucy, and was told that 
she should be on the grounds. She had not signed out or asked permission to 
leave the grounds. 

In a few moments, there were other people coming to help. Roseann was 
wondering just what could have happened. She looked over her friend to see 
if there were any other signs. She noticed that her skirt was a bit damp. 

Oh, no, was she raped and beaten? She had to find out before the others got 
here. She bent very close to Lucy's ear and called her. 

"Lucy, please listen to me. Were you raped?" 

Lucy was beginning to become aware of some sounds, and when she opened her 
eyes she saw Roseann looking down at her. Roseann repeated the question. 

"Raped? I guess I did, but he had it coming." 

She smiled at her joke, and tried to move. The pain shot through her arm. 

"Ow, my arm. I bet I broke it." 

"Lucy what happened?" 

"I fell when I tried to jump the wall. Caught my foot. That's all." 

Roseann handled everything when help did come. She directed the operation 
and was there to see that Lucy was taken care of with all the best. 

Mrs. Arthur was on that night and she could not believe that in the space of 
several weeks, Lucy had two accidents. She was beginning to think the girl 
was accident prome. 

"She talked to me before she passed out again. She was sitting on the wall 
and then, she went to jump off it, and her shoe got caught in the crevice 
She fell on her arm." 

"How did she get so far away from the wall, Roseann?" 

"She must have tried to walk and fell again. The doctor is worried about her 
arm." 

Lucy spent four days in the hospital, with a slight concussion, and a badly 
broken arm. Her right arm. 

When Lucy woke in the hospital, her parents were there. She wasn't quite 
sure what had gone on, but the looks on her parents faces were difficult to 
read. Her father spoke first. 

"We are taking you home as soon as the doctor says it is okay." 

"But, I don't want to go home." 

"This is ridiculous. It is as though you were trying to commit suicide." 

Now her mother joined in. She seemed very upset. 

"Your father's right. We should never have sent you here. You belong at home 
with us. You are becoming destructive, self-destructive." 

"No, really. I'm not. It was an accident. A silly, stupid accident." 

"Honey, please don't fight us. Your mother and I are very sorry. We only 
hope that you can forgive us." 

Lucy lay there, stunned by what her parents were saying. They thought that 
she tried to jump off the wall and commit suicide? Had they seen the wall? 
It wasn't high enough to kill an insect without wings. 

When she tried to explain that she was just out for some air, they twisted 
the story until it fit their version. 

"Yes, you were despondent and went for a long walk. You came to the wall, 
and in desperation, you tried to hurt yourself." 

"Mom, stop that." 

"No, next time, you might be on the top floor of the school, and decide that 
it's not worth it anymore." 

How was she going to get across to her parents the real reason she had 
gotten into that accident in the first place? She could not form the words. 
Uh, Mom, Dad, the reason that I fell was that I was fucking with this 
strange boy and then he got ashamed and I got mad. 

It didn't sound very good. And she couldn't say it. If the truth came out, 
she would be expelled for sure, anyway. Either way, she lost. Damn, what a 
thing to happen. 

There was no way that she could sway her parents. Even her father had made 
up his mind, and Lucy knew that she could not change it. 

"I wanted to believe you the other time when you said that you were happy 
here. It was really true that you only were afraid of coming home. You 
aren't happy anymore." 

Then her mother chimed in. 

"Anyway, the reason for you going away in the first place has been cleared 
up. That girl had left the neighborhood. Some school far away. I suppose her 
parents were as upset as we were." 

Lucy wanted to scream that she's here, and she found me. 

That wasn't necessary, however. Just then, the door opened, and Mrs. Arthur 
came in with Roseann. 

"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I'm glad that you're here. I guess that you 
should thank your daughter's friend for saving her life." 

The Grangers stared at Roseann and then at Lucy. They were beyond 
comprehension. Mrs. Arthur, however, went on with the explanation. 

"I knew that you would want to thank this wonderful girl for saving your 
daughter. If she had not gone out to look for Lucy, when she missed her, it 
is possible that Lucy may have been more seriously injured. The advanced 
shock." 

"Hello. Mr. Granger. Mrs. Granger. How have you been?" 

Lucy shrank down in the bed. She knew that they would have her on the first 
bus or train when she could travel. 

After the arrangements had been made, Lucy spent some time back at the 
school to recuperate before the doctors would allow her to travel. Mrs. 
Arthur could not understand Lucy's parents attitude towards the girl who had 
saved her life. 

The truth of it was that it would mean admitting that Roseann wasn't all 
bad. That would knock their theories out of the window, and they would be 
completely guilty. That was too hard to take, so they ignored it. 

Frankly, Lucy was disappointed in her father. She would have expected him to 
be more understanding or at least fairer to Roseann. 

Roseann spent some time with Lucy before she was scheduled to go home. 

"This is really some bad luck. What are you going to do?" 

"Oh, probably die. I don't know. I don't want to be in the same house as 
that woman." 

"You mean your mother?" 

"Yes." 

"Well, look at it this way. You like Timmy, and he likes you. He's still 
there." 

Lucy lit up at the mention of his name. Sure, she could spend more time with 
him. He wasn't Roseann, but he was her brother, and it was some connection 
to her. Anyway, he could fuck really good. 

After Roseann left her room, Lucy sat there thinking about Timmy. He had 
been the one to start her on this road of experience. Perhaps her future lay 
back there with him. Anyway, when she thought about it in that way, she 
wasn't that upset about it all. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The days were getting warmer, and the air of the excitement grew with the 
change in temperature. Graduation was at the end of June and that opened the 
gateway to the better things in life for most of the senior class. 

Suddenly, the seniority that they possessed in this atmosphere was suspect. 
The Junior class was beginning to take on the superior air. and the seniors 
were taking on the demeanor of the college frosh. Brazen but unsure in this 
still familiar atmosphere. 

Most of the talk was centered on which college was the best and why. The 
girls talked more of what they were going to study than of who they were 
going out with. The mad rush for college acceptances were pretty much over, 
but there were still a few waiting out that horrible interim period of the 
waiting list. 

Along with the excitement of the new world for the seniors was a bit of 
sadness. Many of the girls had learned to love the school grounds, and the 
friendships that they had made over the four-year period. It was not that 
easy to shift loyalties and break off friendships. 

There was the scent of change in the air. The flowers were blooming along 
with the feelings in the girls. There were innumerable parties being given 
by one group or the other in the Farewell to the Seniors. 

Vera Merrill was no exception to the rite of graduation. She was very 
involved with the new college. She had gotten into the school with little 
difficulty because of her grades. She had to make plans about housing, 
however, since she did not choose to live in a dormitory anymore. 

There were still some end term tests to be gotten out of the way, but that 
was in no way a detriment to Vera's enjoyment of things now. There was 
little probability that she would do anything less than wonderful. 

There was a slight strain beginning to show in Vera's relationship with Alex 
Drysdale, however. Vera had been a bit wary of the real meaning of her 
relationship with him. She didn't want it to be that hollow arrangement that 
many of the girls had with the teachers. 

However, she could not lie to herself. Once she left the school, her affair 
with him would be over.. There would be no way that they could communicate 
or see each other. The college she was going to attend was too far away to 
allow any visiting to speak of. 

Something else was present in the facts, however. There would be new girls 
in the senior class, and since Alex was staying on as a teacher, no doubt he 
would be making arrangements with one of them to take her place. 

That bothered Vera a bit. More than just a bit. She did not think of herself 
as in love with Alex, but her pride wanted him to be taken with her. They 
had a good relationship, with a lot of humor and fun times to remember. 

Though she had not mentioned it as yet to Alex, she wanted to know that he 
would miss her. She wanted to know that he would miss the feel her of her 
body, the sound of her, voice. It was beginning to mean a great deal to her. 

Though they didn't meet every week, Vera usually saw Alex on the weekends. 
For the last two months, it had been on Sundays, instead of the Saturday 
schedule. Alex's wife, Marian no longer had the Scout troops meetings, but 
he managed to get away for preparation committee meeting for the graduation 
coming up. 

They usually had about two hours together on these days. He would pick her 
up a bit farther away from the school, since, in the good weather, some of 
the faculty and the students took to walking a lot around the neighborhood. 

Vera was waiting on the corner for Alex. She felt a bit strange today. It 
was a beautiful Sunday in May, and Vera had to cancel a visit with her 
friend's family. She had wanted to sec them, but she knew that she wouldn't 
see Alex much more and was torn between him and these nice people. 

The mood was bad for their affair, was no permanency to it Alex did not 
think in those terms. Sure, she was a girl more mature and unlike any of the 
other girls presently in the school. But. every few years, a girl, somewhat 
similar came along. Not in the exact combination. No, not at all. 

Vera was perfect for Alex. She supplied him with the elements of a happy 
affair. She wasn't a child. She was mature in her behavior. There was no 
clique that she favored, and she wasn't likely to embarrass him by doing 
something very silly in public. 

Many times, they had taken short drives, just to be together, and he could 
always count on her for the perfect behavior. She was beautiful to look at 
and to talk to. Her mind was fascinating. There was information in that 
lovely head that should have belonged to a much older person. She was 
precocious in every way. 

He loved to see her waiting on the corner for him as he drove up. She was 
smiling and ready with a kiss. She always gave herself with such 
willingness. There was never the sense of sacrifice or bribery with Vera. 
She enjoyed his body as much as he did hers, and there was no fanfare about 
it. 

Her honesty, however, could cause problems for them. It was in keeping with 
her personality to sit down and ask very startling question. Today was the 
day that she would do that. She wanted to know just how it was going to end. 

Despite the fact that she had to admit that there was no other way, Vera did 
not want to see her relationship with Alex to dissolve on graduation day, 
and to watch him eyeing one of the incoming seniors as she walked away with 
her, diploma. 

There was the other side to the story nonetheless. There would be other men 
at the college that she was planning to attend. Would she not be setting her 
sights on newer and greener pastures? Of course, she would. That bothered 
her to some extent. 

The truth of this matter was that she did not like to think of herself as 
promiscuous. She did not want to think of planning an affair with someone 
else while she was still meeting with Alex. She prided their affair with the 
real feeling that it took to insure some honest communication. 

Sixteen is a terribly young age to demand perfection. Vera could not know 
that intelligence and even common sense are no match for that combination 
plus some experience. Only the years would give that to her. She could not 
see beyond the narrow strictures of what her experiences had shown her in 
her sixteen years. 

There was no way for her to soften the situation for herself and Alex. She 
could not accept the inevitable and enjoy what was left. The feeling of 
something lost was gnawing at her, and she had to talk about it. There was 
no other way for her. 

When Alex stopped the car for her, he thought that he read a bit of concern 
on her face. She looked very pretty in a pink sweater and skirt outfit. She 
was wearing the cardigan sweater over her shoulders, tucked under the collar 
of the blouse she wore. 

"Hi, honey. How was your day yesterday?" 

"Oh, just fine. I got most of my studying done." 

Alex could read the mood in her voice. She usually bounced into the car, 
gave him a kiss, and stole her hand over to squeeze his leg while they drove 
to the apartment. 

Today, she only kept her hands in her lap, and she looked out the car window 
as they drove. The shadow over her face was growing clearer. Her lovely 
brows were beginning to knit together, and her eyes were clouded. 

"What's the matter, Vera?" 

"Oh, nothing." 

"Come on. I know something is bothering you." 

Vera sat quietly for a few moments. She was going to ask that question and 
in a way, she didn't want to. What could he say? Only what she didn't want 
to hear. 

"How do you feel about me? About us?" 

"Do we have to start naming things at this late date?" 

"What do you mean by late date?" 

"Oh, nothing. I only mean that we've been together for months now. Why the 
sudden concern over it now?" 

Alex had almost added the fatal words. He had almost said, "Why worry when 
it is almost over?" That would have been a horrible mistake on his part. He 
knew that before he said anything else; "I don't think it's late at all!" 

"Why don't we talk about it when we get to the apartment?" 

Vera agreed and sat stiffly watching the colorful countryside outside. She 
was lapsing into a very depressed mood. She was disturbed by his words even 
though he had not said anything that was objectionable. It was more a 
feeling that she had. 

Alex parked the car in the driveway of the building. He was beginning to 
dread the coming encounter. He had never seen Vera in this type of a mood. 
Sure, she had exhibited some displeasure occasionally, but never such a 
sadness about her. He did not know how to cope with it. In many ways, she 
was a girl, but sometimes, she exhibited the more serious forms of the 
adolescent problems. Adulthood. 

When they got into the apartment, Alex brought her into his arms and kissed 
her. They always did but usually, the embrace was passionate and playful. 
Today, he kissed her gently and very tenderly. 

"I've never seen you this way. Did anything happen?" 

"No. I have been thinking of this for a while now, and I just can't seem to 
get around it anymore." 

"Okay, then we'll talk about it." 

Vera sat on the couch. She was sitting on the edge of it, tense and unable 
to relax. She was torn even now. One part of her wanted to forget about all 
this nonsense and jump into bed with Alex. She knew deep in her that it 
would be all over rather soon, and she should enjoy all that she could. This 
was no great tragedy. 

However, the other part of her told her that she must find out just what was 
going on. She did not want to be a convenience item for Alex. And, if that 
was all she was, why prolong it any more. 

Getting the first words out again were agony for her, but she managed. 

"I want to know what we are all about." 

"We are just two people who enjoy each other. We give a lot to each other 
and we get a lot from each other. I think that's great." 

"But, what are we giving and getting?" 

"Affection, enjoyment, pleasure." 

Alex did not want to lie to her. He had never intended her to get this 
serious about what should have been a delightful, sex-filled time.. He was 
getting a bit impatient. He got enough of this kind of thing at home from 
Marian. Why did he need any more of it? However, he tried to hold his 
patience. "Nothing deeper?" 

"Vera, please try to understand our situation." 

Vera caught the note of impatience in his voice. She looked up sharply and 
glared at him. 

"And just what is our situation. Alex?" 

"I am a teacher, you are my student. I am married with children. You are 
sixteen years old, and on your way to a whole new life at college. You are 
going hundreds, no thousands of miles away. There are other things, but 
those are just for starts." 

"I know that. But, can't there be something else? I don't know what I mean, 
but just something to say that it just wasn't a good lay and that's that." 

Alex thought that he saw a way around her mood. He guessed that she wanted 
some affection. He had never given her any gifts or such. It just wasn't 
part of their thing together. But, he figured that he could use some 
softening techniques. He was horny, and wanted to get her into bed. 

He walked over to her and sat beside her. He put his arms around her, and 
noted that this much was right. She came into his arms willingly. 

"Oh, honey, I care about you. You know that." 

"Oh, I don't know what's going on anymore." 

"Well, I do care about you, and I hope you care for me. It wouldn't be the 
same if you didn't." 

"You mean that you wouldn't just want to get me into bed? You know, like 
some of the other people that I've heard about at the school?" 

Alex gulped. He didn't realize that the girls had that much of a grapevine 
on the promiscuity of the faculty. 

"Uh, what about the other teachers at the school?" 

"Oh, I don't listen to all of it. It's just that most of the girls joke 
about some of the teachers." 

"What do they say about them?" 

"Oh, some of them are only after a piece of ass. You know, like Mr. Gallows. 
He was the one who was involved with that new girl. You know, the one who 
was taken home to her parents after she broke her arm." 

"Oh, yes. I think I remember. What about them?" 

"Oh, he was up in her room when she was supposed to have had an accident. 
All the kids were joking about it. They said that everyone knows how he 
acts." 

"How do these girls know? Did this girl tell them?" 

"No, it's just that he had a reputation for liking younger girls, that's 
all." 

Alex wasn't crazy about the idea of the students keeping a catalogue on all 
the teachers. He envisioned lists being available for the administrative 
staff to review. 

"Do they talk about other teachers like that?" 

"Yes, they do." 

Alex didn't want to ask the question, and he had no idea as to whether Vera 
knew about the other girls that he used to go with. He was in a pattern of 
casual sex. She had been an exception. 

He didn't want to talk any more. He had her in his arms and if he could, he 
wanted to keep her there. Talk could only makes things worse. There was 
nothing to say, really. He put his hand on her shoulder and nudged her head 
up towards his mouth. He kissed her again, and Vera held the kiss. The other 
part of her will was getting to her. She sensed that what they could say 
would only be bad, and right now, all she really eared about was getting him 
closer to her and into bed. 

They walked into the bedroom, locked in each to hers arms. As they stood in 
the middle of the bedroom, Alex grabbed her hard against his body and 
pressed her into himself. He worked his hands down her back, and began to 
fool with the waistband of her skirt. 

Vera felt his fingers inside her skirt and started to wiggle against him. 
Suddenly, the sadness was gone, and they were together again. She moved her 
hand to the button and opened it for him. 

Alex felt the change in her body. She started to relax and melted against 
him as he pressed her forward. He broke the kiss and picked her up in his 
arms. She laughed then, as he carried her to the bed. 

He began to undress her as soon as he had her there. He unzipped her skirt 
and helped her shimmy out of it. Next he took her blouse off. It was soft 
and sheer, and he found his cock responding as he bared her beautiful 
breasts. 

Vera had shaken the gloom and she enjoyed watching his face light up at the 
sight of her body. She loved to see his reactions to her charms. It made her 
feel so attractive. 

To her, Alex was a glamorous man. He was older, polished, as far as she was 
concerned, and he had status in the community of which she was part. Only 
time would tell how he fared in her opinion when she got out into the larger 
world. 

When he had her stripped completely, he set about undressing himself very 
quickly. Vera lounged with her legs slightly parted, and her hands under her 
head on the pillow. Her breasts were jutting forward in this position, and 
her pussy was prominent. She was teasing him, and she loved it. 

When he had thrown his things on the chair he came at her. He playfully 
jumped on top of her, and she made a big play of being shocked and scared. 

"Oh, no, don't do that! You're suffocating me!" 

Alex laughed, rolled over to her side and kissed her deeply on the mouth. He 
let his hands roam freely over her and rubbed her breasts between both 
hands. He took her nipples into the fingers of each hand and rolled them 
gently, at first. 

Then, however, he squeezed them just the slightest to elicit a moan of 
pleasure from her. Vera reached down and took his penis into her hands. She 
found a full erection and thrilled to the hardness that gave her so much 
pleasure. She rubbed up and down the shaft, slowly, and deliberately. 

When she went down further to his scrotum, however, Alex moaned, himself. He 
loved the way she tended to his jewels. She could make him feel ten feet 
tall when she did these things to him. He wanted her to continue with that 
forever, but that would not give him the opportunity to love her the way he 
wanted to. 

He flipped on top of her, forcing his cock up against her stomach. He 
crushed her breasts beneath his chest and sought out her soul with his 
tongue. He kissed her more than he ever had. It seemed important to 
communicate this way today. 

Vera complied with the implied wish by opening her legs wide for Alex. It 
was very natural and very easy after that. Alex positioned himself without 
any aid from his or her hands. The tip of his cock slipped into place so 
naturally. 

Their bodies were in control of the action. It was as if their bodies knew 
it well enough to perform while they were otherwise occupied. His cock 
sought out the dark opening that it wanted. It nudged itself inside briefly 
and then forced its way deeper and deeper. 

Vera and Alex kissed deeply, but not desperately. They were moving together 
and meshing their bodies so naturally that before long, he had totally 
penetrated her, and they were locked by the hardness of his body. 

Alex thrust deeply into her, and when he withdrew, the shocks of pleasure 
flew through his body. The silky softness of her vagina was indescribable. 
It was as if he was thrusting his cock into a sheath of tight velvet. Soft, 
moist and tight. 

That combination is hard to match anywhere. Alex stroked steadily, but 
gently. The sensation of her wrapped around him was enough to sustain him 
without the wild lusting that usually accompanied their lovemaking. 

The scene was so good. They lay on the bed, locked into each others bodies 
moving steadily, kissing all the while. He was swaying in the softest body 
trap. 

The sensations to his brain were steady and delicious. 

As he stroked this young and tender girl, he realized that in a few weeks, a 
month, she would be gone. For the first time in their relationship, he began 
to feel the sorrow of the unavoidable ending. 

There would be no more warmth, no more softness to sink into. Damn, just 
some new pussy, some new face, but they wouldn't be Vera. He had never 
thought about their relationship as anything that serious. Damn. 

Vera was pinned underneath Alex, and the primitive desires had overtaken her 
need to find out how Alex felt about her. She suspected that she knew the 
answer and that would not make her happy. Wisely she looked to the good she 
could take from it. 

Their lovemaking went on for a long time that afternoon. The breeze blew in 
from the slightly opened window and blew across their naked bodies. It was a 
lovely scent and was so refreshing. 

They spent the entire time kissing, breaking only to look into each other's 
eyes. What they read in each other surprised Vera a bit. She thought that 
she saw some sense of loss. That pleased her. 

The feelings were building inside her, and she longed to continue them 
forever, herself. The sensuous feeling of his cock impaling her, sending the 
nicest thrills into every part of her body was something that she treasured. 
Alex did so many wonderful things to her that she didn't want it to end 
ever. 

For some reason, while they were making love, Vera had a mad desire to ask 
Alex a question. She needed to know. She broke the kiss, and put her hands 
on either side of his face. She looked directly into his eyes. 

"Alex, will you remember me, after I'm gone? Will you ever think about me 
later on?" 

Alex was very sober and very serious when he answered her. He was deep into 
her lovely body and the thrills were almost blinding him. 

"I don't think that I will ever be able to forget you." 

That made Vera happy, and she brought his face closer to hers. She kissed 
him on the lips, never breaking the stroking rhythm. They held that kiss to 
the last moment. 

They were getting close to coming. It was difficult to take that kind of 
loving without bursting shortly. Alex increased the speed of his thrusts and 
Vera knew that they would share a memorable experience right now. She worked 
her hips up towards him, off the bed. 

.They met and melted in the increasing joy. They could feel the surge of 
excitement building in each of their bodies. Vera was beginning to clutch at 
his back and his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to 
be very close to her. 

The crescendo was building and they were helpless to stop the progression. 
The bed creaked as they moved a faster and faster, and then, Alex was 
holding her so very tight, and Vera was grabbing at him, and it happened. 

They burst into a monumental orgasm simultaneously. Neither said anything 
but the moans and groans of pleasure that they elicited were sufficient to 
make the ecstasy they felt known to each other. 

Vera growled deeply and scratched across his back, arching her back and hips 
to smash herself flat against him, forcing his cock deeper into her yet. She 
was throbbing with feeling and pleasure, and could not contain herself in 
the heavenly moment. 

Alex was crushing Vera into the bed, desperate to get the most of the sheath 
that was convulsing all around him. The vise that was closing on his cock 
and squeezing the come from him. Demanding to be given the cream that was 
the precious offering of their lovemaking. 

They were lost in the suspension of reality and gravity, and they floated 
into each other's souls. It was unbelievable, and yet so natural. It was the 
most wonderful experience that either of them had experienced to date. 

As the excruciating pleasure ebbed, they rocked on the bed, and slowed as 
the feelings died. They were caught up in the aftermath of the feelings and 
lay there joined still, holding each other. 

They did not speak for a long time. They merely cradled in each other's 
arms, silently taking in all the affection that was free for them. They 
absorbed the good that they had given to each other, and that would remain 
unique to their coupling. 

The rest of the afternoon, they talked and held each other. Each knew that 
it would be the end soon, but neither talked about it. Vera did not mention 
it again that day, or at subsequent rendezvous. She had discovered what she 
wanted to know and was satisfied with the man's answer. 

They talked about her future and her plans for college in the fall, but it 
was very general and not of where she would live and what she would do. That 
would not be right just now. 

When it was time to go, they embraced meaningfully. Their kiss was as tender 
as was their lovemaking symbolic. They held hands in the car and when he 
stopped to let Vera out of the car. he bent over and kissed her. 

Vera walked away from the car, back to the school she was leaving very soon. 
Her thoughts were lighter, and her acceptance of the future was much 
greater. She had grown in those past few hours. But, then so had Alex, lie 
would never forget Vera. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The fact that Lucy left the school dampened Roseann's spirits a bit, but she 
was very resilient, and threw herself into her other interests. She 
increased her lending library with a new shipment from her brother, and 
since the girls were beginning to become a bit more particular, she began to 
take reservations for the more popular books. 

The fee for the rental of the books went to a quarter per book. Some of the 
girls balked, but they quickly paid the money to get their hands on the 
novels and case study books. 

Roseann had managed another French deck, and she rented that out at one 
dollar per viewing. Her reasoning was that it was a risk on her part, and 
"that it was an expensive set of pictures. There were not as many takers on 
the pictures at first, since most of the girls were embarrassed by the 
frankness of the shots. Very soon, however, the pictures had a longer 
waiting list than the books. 

The faculty was aware, unofficially, of Roseann's activities, but when they 
tried to speak with her casually about the enterprises, she would usually 
charm them so that they forgot they were supposed to be reprimanding her. 
She became very friendly with the administrators of the school, and very 
soon, she had gotten herself elected to almost every committee that the 
school had. 

The big event about this time of year was a show and a luncheon that the 
junior class put on for the seniors. It was usually a mixture of some jokes 
about the teachers in the school, or anything that went on during the school 
year that was of laughable value. 

Roseann managed to get herself elected as the chairman of the event. She 
said that she would take care of the entertainment. She planned the entire 
event, and gave different duties to those girls she trusted. It was to be a 
surprise to the senior class and she wanted to insure that it was. 

Roseann was thrilled with her new position at the school. It fit her 
personality very well. She enjoyed the sense of power. Her sense of humor 
was enlarged and she got the opportunity to use her talents in every way. 

The last few months had been particularly interesting for her. She had 
developed a relationship with Mark Henner and Guy Welger that was very 
satisfactory. She saw one of them almost every day, and sometimes, both of 
them on the same day. The day that she finally made it with the athletic 
coach had been a very good day for her. 

Roseann managed to get free during the school day to take care of her 
personal affairs. She would be involved with something in the school office 
during some class that she was not particularly excited about. Usually, she 
stepped out on her history class. She liked the teacher, but he seemed too 
serious for her, and it was of little use to pitch in a place where there 
were no possibility of a home run. 

This one day, Roseann had managed to get a pass to be excused from history 
and walked along to see what mischief she could get into. It was just after 
lunch and she spotted Guy 

Welger walking along to the gym area. 

She had not been able to get back to him since their first encounter on the 
grounds, and Roseann was anxious to do so. She smiled and called to him now, 
making sure that he noticed the way she had her blazer open to show her 
chest. 

"Hello Mr. Welger. I'm so glad to see you. I have thought about you ever 
since that day." 

Almost immediately, Welger began to leer at her. His memory was rather good 
about that day, she concluded. 

"Are you on your way to class?" 

"No, I work out at this time of the day." 

"Oh, really? May I watch? I don't have a class this period." 

She followed him into the gym, and watched him strip down to his gym shirt 
and his shorts. They were like track shorts, and the legs were very wide. 
Every time he moved, she made an effort to look up the legs. She smiled as 
he caught her doing so, and the discovery of her naughty activity seemed to 
throw him into a state of excitement. 

As he used the chinning bar and then the parallel bars and the ropes, 
Roseann remarked on how wonderful he looked. 

"Oh, I don't think that I have ever seen such muscles. All over you." 

She said that as he was swinging on the ropes. He almost lost his grip and 
made a clumsy descent. His crotch was getting in the way. It was swollen. 

Roseann decided that it was no fun to beat around the bush. She went over to 
him and put her hand on his bulge. He moaned and started to breathe hard. 

"Look, why don't we get acquainted. I've wanted to fuck with you since I met 
you." 

Guy stumbled to the gym door and locked it. Roseann was following him, and 
was on his heels as he opened the door to the equipment room. Roseann looked 
around and all she saw was the athletic equipment. There didn't seem to be 
much more. 

"This is the only place that's safe during the school day." 

As he spoke, he pushed the iron stand in front of the door so that it could 
not be opened. Roseann was amused watching him move into action. It was 
apparent that he had done this before. So much the better, he wouldn't be 
awkward about it. 

Before she could say anything, he had spread a mat on the floor. It was only 
a three foot space, but Roseann guessed that it worked. Before her eyes, Guy 
Welger got on the mat and stripped out of his shorts and his jock strap. 

What Roseann saw before her delighted her. 

He had an enormous cock. It was standing up almost straight and she couldn't 
help putting her hand on it almost immediately. She squeezed it and then, 
bent and put her tongue on it. 

Guy shuddered with pleasure as her tongue hit his cock, and grabbed her head 
to keep her there. Roseann opened her mouth and swallowed all of the giant 
prick that she could, grabbing his balls in her hands. She was delighted 
with this discovery. It was more than she expected. 

Roseann liked the taste of a man. She sucked on his prick, but she didn't 
want to get him off this way. She felt like a good lay, and she didn't want 
to take any chances on losing it. 

She tried to take her mouth away, but he was lost in the feelings he was 
experiencing from her sucking. So, instead of fighting with him, she raised 
her hands and grabbed quickly at his waist. 

Guy started and yelled out. 

"Hey, don't do that to me! I'm ticklish." 

Roseann, however had succeeded in freeing herself from his grasp. 

"Look. When I said that I wanted to fuck with you, that is just what I 
meant. Not suck. I was just being friendly, that's all." 

While she spoke, she removed her panties, and put them on the iron block. 
She positioned herself on the dusty mat and waited for Guy to get on top of 
her. It was then that she noticed how filthy the mat was. 

"What the hell is this thing?" 

"I don't know. It's been here forever." 

"It must be an old horse blanket, complete with the fleas." 

Roseann got up hurriedly and moved away from it. It was too dirty to lie on. 
She looked around, but there wasn't much room in this tiny place. She wanted 
to get it, and time was running out. 

Guy wasn't much help. His originality was extremely lacking, and so, in 
desperation, Roseann pulled him into the only clear space in the room. 

"I'll bend over and you shove it in. I like it that way, anyhow." 

Guy needed no second set of instructions. He was strong, and he helped her 
to bend almost all the way over. He held her there, and she felt his dick 
prodding her in the seat of her warmth. 

Roseann reached back, and, guiding him with her senses, she pushed him into 
the very middle of her opening. She was anticipating his thrust, and she was 
backing onto him. 

"Come on, do it to me." 

Guy took hold of her hips now, and held her still while he thrust into her. 
His cock was thick, and it took a moment for him to make it into her. Then, 
however it was merely an exercise in his brawn. He held her and shoved hard. 

"Wow! Can you fuck!" 

"Thanks. I love to do it!" 

Guy thrust again into Roseann, and filled her with his wide, hot prick. Her 
wetness helped him into her, and when he made the next push, he impaled her 
up to the hilt. He was buried completely in her pussy. 

Roseann tightened her muscles and enjoyed the experience of squeezing his 
thick cock. She was thrilled by the size of it, and the strength he had to 
use. She moaned as he withdrew it from a thrust into her. When he put his 
strength to it, she almost went into the iron horse in front of her. 

"Oh, wow! Goddamn, you are strong!" 

Guy reacted to this very favorably and continued his pistoning. He was 
squeezing his thickness into her tight cunt and grunted as he did it. He 
closed his eyes and stroked quickly. He was totally consumed with making it 
inside her tight pussy. 

Roseann realized that he was after a quick fuck and that suited her just 
fine. She couldn't stay out of class that long, anyway. She didn't want to 
abuse the special privileges that she had granted herself. 

She thrust herself back on the implement of pleasure and shrilled with the 
wild sensations she experienced.. . . She ground her hips in a circle and 
contracted her tight muscles as hard as she could. She was squeezing him, 
but more than that, she was getting the most out of him for her own 
pleasure. 

"Oh, Roseann, you have the wildest pussy that I've ever fucked!" 

"I think I'm going to enjoy being at this school. Quite a bit." 

Now, however, they were too busy to talk. Both of them were involved with 
getting to the goal line in the shortest time. The only sounds in the room 
were their grunts and the twack and slap of his cock sawing in and out of 
her tightness. 

Then, in a rush, Guy began to hump her with the speed of an engine piston. 
He was uncontrollable and he nearly banged her head into the iron horse 
again. She stayed herself with her hands and fought back. 

Before she could gain any ground, however, Guy was shouting and moaning such 
as she had never heard before. 

"Oh, fuck, fuck! I'm making it!" 

He burst into her with a gallon of semen and flooded her. He kept pumping as 
he ejaculated and the cream began to spurt out and run down her legs. It was 
all over his scrotum and his legs, too. 

Roseann knew that she was very near the top herself, and as she felt the 
shot of cream, the pattern clicked. She drove herself back on his cock and 
moaned with the excruciating pleasure she felt. 

They were lost in the wild act, and when they had come to a slower movement, 
Welger was moving in and out of her still, and they moved apart, away from 
each other. His long cock slipped out of her pussy, and since it was limp, 
there was no way he could get it back in. 

Roseann cursed. She was not finished. She grabbed back for it, but by the 
time she got her hand around the sodden mass, it was too late anyway. 

Guy Welger was insensitive to her annoyance. He simply stepped back, and 
started to wipe his legs down with a towel. Getting his jock back on was a 
bit of a struggle. 

Roseann had the distinct desire to whack him one in the balls, but the sight 
of him struggling to shove the wet, crinkled flesh back into the tight pouch 
was so comical to her that she had to stop herself from laughing 
hysterically. 

She straightened herself, and made a note for herself. Next time, she would 
have to make sure that she was there before him. He didn't last after the 
first blast of come. Not like some other men she knew and fucked. They could 
stay hard for some time afterwards. 

Since that time, she and Guy had a better understanding of what they did 
together. They had developed a very good system of a quick lay. Roseann 
usually stood up and took it the way she had the first time. She liked it, 
and he was so damn big and long that it was a wild feeling. 

Just now, however, Roseann was concerned with setting up the party. She 
wanted everything to go just right. This would establish her as a major 
caterer and producer. It might be a career for her to follow after she was 
finished with this place. 

A committee usually decides about the food, but Roseann made up the menu and 
presented it as the choice of everyone present. No one said a word. Then, no 
one would want to. The menu was superb. Perhaps not suitable for the 
occasion, but magnificence, anyway. 

"I thought that starting off with a clear consomm' would be appropriate. Oh, 
yes, the appetizers will include black caviar. I love it. Hard-boiled eggs, 
and some Roquefort with butter, stuffed into celery. Good, huh?" 

The group all agreed enthusiastically, and went on happily when Roseann 
divulged the fact that she had ordered ten cases of champagne. She told them 
that it was the only real way to celebrate something so important. The rest 
of the menu included stuffed mushrooms and Duchess potatoes around Beef 
Wellington. The dessert would be coupe aux marrons glace. 

"I just love the taste of the chestnuts, and not to mention the sweet 
syrup." 

No one put up so much as a whimper, and Roseann put the order in to the 
caterer that the school had an account with. She gave the order herself, and 
the man was incredulous as he took it. 

"Are you sure that this has been approved? Who made up this menu?" 

Roseann put on her very adult voice and shattered the man. 

"The head of the faculty has informed us that Beef Wellington is her 
favorite dish. Would you prefer to call the principal and the president to 
verify a food order?" 

However, the man required a letter from the office, confirming the date of 
the affair and the menu. Roseann typed up the letter and had the principal 
sign it. However, when the principal signed the letter, it was only a blank 
piece of paper. Roseann explained that she had been asked to get her 
signature so the graduating class could have it engraved as a special note 
to their gift to her. 

The entertainment was something special, however. There were two phases. One 
would be the usual skits and songs, and that would be for the benefit of all 
the faculty and students. 

However, afterwards, Roseann had lined up some of the finest stag films that 
she could lay her hands on. She knew of one that used a man who looked just 
like one of the teachers, and that would be a good gag. 

She had to order a projector for the purpose, and again, she used . her 
devious means to acquire the equipment. In a friendly way, she used some of 
the money that she had made on her lending library on the films. She thought 
that it was an appropriate gift for the farewell to better things. 

Roseann outdid herself as far as the favors for the party were concerned. 
She went to the trouble of getting packages of the Day-Glo condoms, enough 
for each girl. Then, she ordered the golden charms that showed couples in 
different positions and packaged them in their boxes with the condoms 
underneath the charms. The rest were to be used to blow up and used for the 
balloon art that graced the tables. 

When the day for the special event, Roseann had her committees set up in 
time to get everything set. The tables were done nicely, and the meal was 
ready to be served. Everything went very well. 

The dinner was a spectacular success, though the price was astronomical. But 
the entertainment was more than anyone expected. Just for laughs, and as a 
sneak preview, Roseann had snatches of the stag film shown. The part with 
the faculty look-alike in it. Everyone roared. 

The favors caused an uproar. The only problem was that none of the girls 
could take . the charms home. They had a laugh, and when the word was passed 
that the balloons were actually condoms, the party got a bit hilarious. 

The faculty left and the rest of the champagne was brought out. The lights 
were doused and the stag films started. There was silence until the last 
image faded from the scene. 

No one could be found later that evening, and it was impossible to get a 
reservation at the senior apartment. The films had worked as an aphrodisiac. 
Roseann was so pleased with her work that she allowed herself an extra 
session with Mark the next day. 

The school was never the same after Roseann Tunney arrived. The junior class 
had a meeting and granted themselves more privacy in their quarters. They 
petitioned for and granted themselves locks on the doors, and no inspection. 
Life was going to be more fun than ever at Gerrard School For Girls. 

Thee graduation was the only official function left before the summer 
vacation. Many girls were leaving for vacations in Europe, but when they 
went, they had" copies of the French deck and the books that had been 
available for loan purposes. 

Roseann found it more profitable to order copies for the girls with an extra 
charge attached, for service. She formed her own book club, and it was very 
popular by the time school was ready to let out. 

Only one person challenged her on what she was doing, anil that was Mrs. 
Arthur. Roseann. however, convinced her that it was the epitome of the 
capitalistic ideal. At sixteen, she had started her own enterprises and was 
becoming successful. She was ready for a better future. 

When Mrs. Arthur left her. she had been convinced that Gerrard School hail 
made an important contribution to the world by getting Roseann's business 
started. In its own way, the logic worked. 

As the last days of school came around. Roseann made sure that she had taken 
all orders for the coming semester. She was enlarging her business to 
condoms, creams, dildos, and films. She was buying her own projector for the 
purpose of renting it out. 

As she packed her clothes for her vacation, Roseann could not help but be 
pleased with herself when she took inventory. She had conquered one school, 
started a substantial business, and would be getting a diploma, beside. 

Her vacation would be spent getting ready for the coming school year, and, 
of course, fucking. That was as natural to Roseann as breathing. She was 
very pleased with what she had accomplished and spent some time telling her 
brother and Lucy about it. 

Lucy was getting along just fine with Tim, and since her parents had calmed 
down from the shock of seeing Roseann at the school, too, they were less 
strict with Lucy. It didn't matter, however. Lucy had gotten very proficient 
in doing what she wanted to do in the hours that her parents set up for her 
to be out. 

They had outsmarted them without having determined to do that in the very 
beginning. 

She had learned how to live doing what she had to do, and, for that brief 
time in Gerrard school, she had been a different person. 

While the girls got ready for a new semester at the school, the teachers 
were gearing up for the fall term. Alex wasn't looking forward to any more 
serious affairs with his students just yet, but he certainly would not mind 
a quick, friendly rendezvous. 

Guy was occupied with building his body up so that he could get the 
attention of the more attractive girls, and kept in shape for all the 
encounters with Roseann that were to start in September. 

Mark was delighted with the situation, but he did decline Roseann's offer of 
introducing him to the girls who were interested in what he had to offer. He 
figured that with Roseann in the senior class and the perky juniors coming 
in, he would be very, very busy. 

The sexual climate at Gerrard had grown somewhat since Roseann. More than 
anything, Roseann had brought it to the surface. It had existed underneath, 
and, certainly, not in such an outward and casual manner, but it was there. 
She was the catalyst, and served her schoolmates well. 

Over the summer, Roseann and Lucy kept in contact with some of their 
teachers. Roseann, privy as she was to all the offices in the Gerrard 
school, had been able to copy all the telephone numbers and addresses of her 
favorites. She made sure that Lucy's paramours were included. And so they 
could begin their extra-curricular summer activities. 

Lucy was delighted. The girls met one summer afternoon and discussed their 
strategies of contact. 

"I think," said Roseann in an offhand way, that we should call up everyone, 
no matter if they have wives or not, and act as if we are from the school 
proper, organizing a summer meeting for the teachers to discuss courses. We 
can say that it will be a mandatory weekend thing. My parents are going on 
vacation in two weeks. 

"Although I could suggest using my house here, I think the one they have in 
the country would be better. It's in the woods and no one would disturb us. 
You could say that you are going camping with Susie and other friends, not 
me of course, and have Susie call your parents to confirm it. I'm sure your 
Ma and Pa would be happy for you to get away from me for a few days. And we 
could have a wild time. 

"Let's see, I have the numbers here. What say we start calling tonight when 
my folks go out to the movies?" 

Lucy nodded her head in agreement, then practically bubbled over with her 
own contributions for the party. "We could have place cards," she chuckled, 
"only they would have a certain person and position written on them. Since 
no one would be allowed to tell anyone else whose card they have, and no two 
cards would be a perfect match, that would mean that at least there would be 
two couplings per person on that night. 

"An orgy, Roseann! Let's throw a fucking orgy with all the trimmings! How 
big is your parent's place? How many people could we invite? I'm sure all 
the girls could get away on the camping pretense and all the teachers could 
do it on the course evaluation bullshit!" she said with a grin. 

"We could print up really straight looking schedule-of-events cards too, for 
people like Ed. We could ask for contributions. What a smashing time we 
could have if we got a good bit of money together! 

"Just think of your gala end of the term party. We could have films and 
gadgets and make each room into a different special event place." 

She would have gone on, but Roseann interrupted. "Hold your horses," she 
said. 

"First things first. Okay, I'll start writing up a 'serious' program of 
events this afternoon. My parents have three bedrooms-one for themselves, 
one for us kids, and one for any other guests. That's three. Then there's 
the living room and the dining room which can be converted later. Well, I 
guess that's enough space for-let's say, sixteen people. I'm sure no one 
will mind getting squeezed. I know, we'll call it a school retreat for the 
girls and teachers, not mentioning, of course, that it will be one wild 
session together for all of us! Boy. will this be something!" 

"Okay," yelled Lucy. "Retreat of the Gerrard School Gang! Maybe we can even 
take pictures. Oh hell, what a fucking blast!" 

"Miss Lucy," Roseann was putting on her Southern drawl, "now you all go on 
home and work on the fixings for the party. Ah did all the food plannin's 
before dahlin' and ah don't want to be as tuckered from all that. You decide 
on that y'all hear?" 

Lucy nodded and ran home. Her mother was very surprised to see her go 
rushing up to her room in the middle of the afternoon and begin scribbling 
at her desk, but she thought, oh well, it's good to see her do something 
besides hang out with Roseann. 

Two whole days worth of menus! Lucy was at first quite taken aback by the 
thought of planning for so much food. She sat at her desk and chewed her 
pencil. 

Then she thought-barbecues! That was one meal, they could have steaks and 
chops and salads. All that meat would cost a pretty penny, though, so 
perhaps they could have cheaper fare. Mexican food? Maybe an omelet would be 
good. The participants could be asked to bring a casserole each, or wine or 
some type of addition to the party, too. She calculated quickly in her head. 
It wouldn't cost that much and granted that Roseann approved of a less 
imagine party, she was sure everyone else would be satisfied. 

Now, to try to decide who she'd like to come. She supposed Roseann was home 
making her own list and Lucy felt she should be prepared with one herself. 
Doubtless they would argue over a few people. 

Tim, of course, would be included. Even if Lucy and he were going out. he 
was as free as Roseann, and she was sure he wouldn't mind getting his cock 
in a few other well-primed pussies. 

Then there was Ed, who would hem and haw and have to explain things to the 
"little woman." Well, in the end. though, she was sure he couldn't resist. 
She'd have to invite a few youngsters for him. 

Suddenly, she began to laugh. Of course. she'd completely forgotten that 
very few, if any of the teachers, knew about the promiscuity of the others! 
For sure, many of the girls were well-informed, but would these hunky men be 
flabbergasted to see their colleagues humping and thumping away. She 
wondered who would get upset. They could invite Guy, also Brandon, and maybe 
even young cute Alfred, if she could get in touch. Would that ever knock his 
fucking socks off! 

Susie, of course, would come. Valerie, another freshman, was cute and sexy, 
and that redhead-what was her name? 

The list got longer and longer. It seemed that the more she thought about 
it, the bigger it grew in her mind. 

Now, now she told herself, don't go overboard, Lucy. Even without lots of 
sex, that last party had been the ultimate. That was done with school money, 
too. It couldn't be expected that sixteen people could cough up the same 
amount. She was sure the teachers could be hit for a pretty penny, but the 
girls? She would have to see about it. 

That night she went to see Roseann. Since it would only cost about $5, they 
decided to get about 10 invites done at the printers. Roseann had written up 
about the "retreat" very nicely, explaining how, in order to keep it purely 
on a business level, only teachers were to be invited. 

They started to phone some of the men. Roseann put on her snootiest voice 
and Lucy had to shove her fist in her mouth to keep from giggling. 

"Hello? Mr. Wegler? I'm the new secretary from the Gerrard School and I must 
tell you that two weeks from now we've scheduled a teacher's retreat. A 
brochure will be arriving in the mail. Since it is so important to the 
school, and for your own benefit, we're sure you'd be more than happy to 
give up a few days for the sake of our girls. 

"You're sorry, you have other plans? How sad. Wouldn't you enjoy-" Roseann 
let her voice rise to a crescendo, but still retaining a snobby voice, "a 
little fucking and sucking? Why, Mr. Wegler, excuse me, are you all right?" 
The girl let her voice break into a normal tone and began to chuckle. 

"It's okay, Guy, it's me, Roseann. Lord, I didn't mean to give you a heart 
attack. It's okay, sweetie, calm down." 

"You little minx," Wegler sputtered in mock anger, "who gave you the right 
to do this? Are you really inviting me away for the weekend? Where? What'll 
it be like?" 

"It's going to be great," said Lucy taking the phone. "It's Lucy. Roseann 
told me about you and we thought it would be fun to share the wealth, so to 
speak. What's better than a weekend away from all the tribulations of the 
real world'" 

Lucy didn't mention the fact that an orgy was planned, nor did she let it 
slip that Wegler wasn't going to be the only male present. 

There was a pregnant pause. Then Wegler said in a voice that was full of 
anticipation, "Of course I'll come! Give me the particulars." 

"They'll be coming in the mail soon, under the guise of a 'retreat.' of 
course, just in case you have to explain your absence to someone." Roseann 
took the phone again and said in her uppity voice, "We at the Gerrard School 
know how it is." 

"I'm sure you do," Wegler laughed. "All right, you can count me in!" He made 
his farewell and hung up. 

Lucy and Roseann grinned and hugged each other. "One down and thirteen to 
go!" 

And so it went. There were a few people who were unable to come and a 
secondary list would be called into action. At the end of the night a total 
of fourteen were coming. 

For the next two weeks the preparation began in earnest. Susie came down to 
stay with Lucy so that Lucy's mother could get to know the "dear, sweet 
girl." During the day they just played around and went swimming. During the 
night they made place cards, planned contributions and generally readied 
themselves. 

Roseann got Timmy to drive up to the lodge with a lot of the streamers and 
food and cups the weekend before. She set up some decorations and arranged 
the rooms to make it most conducive to sexual play. There were six beds and 
a couple of foldout cots, a big rug in the living room (which had a 
fireplace) and the dining room table, once it was cleared. The woods 
adjoining the house were also a great place for a fuck. Under the pine 
needles, what could be more pleasant? 

Susie had gotten her brother invited, since he could drive the family 
station wagon and was deeply into sex himself. He was also a sort of 
guardian for the girls-at least to their parents. Since he was driving he 
could pick up other girls in the vicinity, too. Valerie lived nearby. Yes, 
Jon surely would come in handy! 

Lucy's mother had been suspicious at first when she heard that Roseann 
wasn't going on the expedition. "Why isn't Roseann going?" she asked as she 
tried to pry into her daughter's affairs. 

"Oh, Mom," answered Lucy in what she considered a whiney voice. "I always 
see Roseann. I want to see some of my other friends sometimes. Besides," she 
added," she and her brother want to visit a rich aunt of hers this weekend. 
They haven't seen her for a while and figure that maybe this aunt, Alice I 
think, will lay a little money on them. Plus, you know, she doesn't know any 
of my school friends." 

Lucy's mother seemed to be placated somewhat. "Okay," she miffed, "I just 
wanted to find out, that's all. I would expect that that's what someone like 
Roseann would do-grab for money." 

"Mom. you're not being fair," Lucy tried to stand up for her friend. "You're 
not being fair, that's all." She was secretly happy, however, that her ruse 
had worked. Soon it would be time for the gala event. 

Friday rolled around, and at twelve in the afternoon, Susie was at her door. 
For all intents and purposes, they looked like fine young little girls out 
for a frolic. When Lucy was in the car and they began to drive away, the 
occupants of the car broke out in hysterical laughter. Jon could hardly hold 
onto the wheel. 

"Oh, my God," Susie gasped, "that was really hilarious. The Gerrard girls or 
'young ladies' I should say, have done it again!" 

"Yup!" Lucy agreed. 

They picked up Valerie and a couple of the others, who had also used the 
excuse of a camping trip. The back of the station wagon was full of sleeping 
bags and camping utensils that would never be used. The food, however, would 
be for the party. 

Roseann and Timmy were there when they arrived at the lodge. It was in New 
York, upstate, and the directions had been easy. 

Roseann was jumping up and down. "Just look what I've done to the place!" 
she said proudly. 

She led them inside. All over the walls were huge posters of men and women 
fucking each other. And on one of the walls was a blow-up of the French deck 
card of the two men and a woman that Lucy had so admired. "I found someone 
to blow up that one just for you," said Roseann. "Perhaps you'll be able to 
get into some action like that tonight, if you're lucky!" 

Lucy kissed her best friend. Then she started swatting at Tim and Jon who at 
this point were so full of lust for the tantalizing young vixens that they 
were grabbing whatever exceptional piece of body was within their grasp. 

"No. Down boys, down!" she yelled. "We have to get this place fixed up 
first. Valerie, you take Jon to the kitchen with you and start preparing the 
food. Here's the recipes for the stuff. Just prepare as much as you can now, 
and leave the actual cooking for later." 

Roseann grabbed her arm and led her to one of the bedrooms. "Look what I've 
done!" she exclaimed, and threw open the door, turning on the lights in the 
same movement. 

There were black lights in the sockets. Although there were no day-glo 
posters on the walls, the walls themselves served nicely. In daylight they 
were a dark shade of blue, but in the light from the bulbs they glowed and 
pulsated as if alive. From somewhere Roseann had gotten a big white 
bedspread all flecked with silver and it seemed to undulate. 

"All that should be added is a little music and this place will draw people 
to it like a magnet." 

"Well, here's the stereo," said Lucy's friend, "but come and see the other 
rooms." She led her to them. One had regular white walls (now covered with 
erotic designs), but what really clinched its sexual drawing power was a 
mirror covering one whole wall. Being a voyeur to yourself must be fun, Lucy 
thought. 

The last room was the least attractive, but both beds were trundle beds, so 
that upon their being opened, it was probably a wall-to-wall bed and the 
carpet was really thick, too, and would feel great under your body. 

"So, that's it. Now let's get back to work. The way we've been staying in 
each of these rooms people might think there's something funny going on 
between us." 

"Never!" Lucy gave her friend another hug and platonic kiss. "Not in this 
book, anyway." 

Everyone worked themselves into a frenzy. At nine, however, when people were 
supposed to arrive, everything was ready. There was a huge bowl of punch, 
spiked, a lovely salad with lettuce and spinach and eggs and croutons and 
cheese, black bread and rye and rolls, and freshly cut and cooked pork and 
beef roasts, still in the oven. There were vegetables galore. 

The first teacher who arrived, of course, was not -shocked at the number of 
teachers present-for there were none-but at the lovely number of young 
ladies. 

When Guy got there he was really surprised. About four other teachers were 
there, and after they all got over the initial shock of seeing each other, 
they found it rather funny. 

"Just think what it'll be like next year," laughed Ed, with a pert young 
freshman (soon to be a sophomore) on his knee. "The Gerrard School will be 
renamed The School for Sex!" 

Everyone agreed that would be an apt name. 


THE END
